The CBS Sunday Morning TV program shared an interesting story about Fallout Shelters. This is my “play on words” as I draw attention to my humble “fall out” shelter. I huddle here from my real and perceived wounds.

Too little energy but my mind said “do it.”  See: Oh, woe is me. “Mind over matter.”

Empty crates await their load of stuff.

The Escapees RV Club has a mail forwarding service. I’m told they have more than eleven-thousand subscribers. This “service” is larger than the Livingston, Texas, Post Office. Five days a week, twice a day, large trucks arrive and depart with mail. The trucks drive in front of my yard; I see them from my position at the computer and when I’m working in my garden. While working in my garden, I wave and they wave and honk their horn. This morning the driver honked the horn even though I wasn’t in the yard. “Little things mean a lot.”  Out of sight but not out of mind.

Yours truly frequently has “an inspiration” and is motivated to follow the thought. This word was spinning in my head (all day) and seemed the appropriate title for a blog message.

I’ll let you know when something “super” happens.

Oh, so tired; great BIG yawns!! No computer for three hours prior to ten P.M. bedtime. But “sleep” didn’t happen. Lying awake for hours seems like “such a waste of time” so here I am again. I’m preparing “sleepy time” tea. Here’s a previous blog message with the same lament, and another message describing the “tools” that don’t work for me.

More than eleven-thousand email messages in my “inbox.” Slowly, every day, I’m deleting. How did this happen? Why did I neglect to delete unwanted messages on the day I received them? Lethargy??

Call me a “pack rat.” I planned to box health books and donate to a local health food store. However, for decades, some of the books have been valuable (to me). I “boxed” them in garbage bags, in plastic crates, and dragged them to the porch. They are too heavy for me to lift!! How will I get them to the cargo trailer?