I've done more work than I like to do today. I moved my bed back into my old bedroom a couple of days ago, and today I moved my computer station and TV back upstairs again. First, however, I had to finish installing the sub-flooring I've been working. I've been moving stuff downstairs in order to work up stairs, and now I'm moving it all back upstairs again. I still haven't finished putting all the sub-flooring down because I have to rework the space that ain't done yet.
When Ben and I built those outside decks outside the first floor and on the second floor we connected them with a set of stairs that have sixteen steps. The upper deck just outside the room I'm now sitting in is more of a landing for the stairs from the lower deck to connect to, but there is enough room to move around easily and set a couple of chairs out there.
I particularly like going out on the second floor deck at night. I feel very secure to be sitting twenty feet above the ground. I can turn the outside light on from inside my new/old bedroom, take a look outside to make sure there ain't no snakes or bears waiting for me out on the deck, then turn the light back off again and sit outside listening to the sounds of the night.
It's gonna take a few weeks to get things back to normal. I got plenty of aerobic exercise today climbing up and down those sixteen steps repeatedly. Eventually I'll have the stuff I like to have around me in reaching distance from where I sit to write upstairs, and the things I use less frequently downstairs.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
