Well, not for the long-term, people. Fret not. And maybe I’ve idealized the life of contemplative prayer and study (I mean, no talking after 8pm??) but as I sit my ass on this here couch just a’bloggin away, it sure sounds alluring to me. (Oops, just realized that I would most assuredly NOT have wireless ‘net(s) access. That is enough to put the kibosh on it right there.) Plus, I am pretty sure that cleaning would be involved and y’all know I am just not into that (much to Duty’s 6 year chagrin-ment). And I doubt I would be allowed to listen to Stephanie Miller in the morning as she rants about bushco in a humorous vein. (and man, my disgust for him feels like it’s growing exponentially. Why can’t people see that he’s LYING???? It’s all a sham. Our country is going to hell! Who is this 30% of ‘murkins who still think he’s doing a good job?? WTF??? ARRRGH!!)
So, getting back to that contemplative life thingy. Yeah, maybe for a few days or so but I don’t think it’s for me. Maybe a spa day would do the same thing. :)
Well, must go take a shower and get on with the day. Manifest that 4 day week, baybee and give me just one day to do my healing work. And so it must be (for the good of all and through the free will of all, dontcha know?).