There are three days left before the end of this leg of the journey. Writing every day isn't easy. I don't know why I still do it, but somehow, my fingers don't want to retire yet.
I probably won't do AFL next year. Maybe this year was too much, hard to know. I got a few things out of it, but it wasn't quite as transformative as my first run through last year. Maybe some things are just best done only once.
Next year Good Friday will be a different experience for me. I am debating what to do for Lent next year with the end landing on my birthday. Maybe Authentic Lent will be a different journey, not including atheists or theists or mystics.
I enjoy the challenge of my writing spurts. It keeps me exercised and practiced in the art of expressing my thoughts. Maybe one more way to prevent Alzheimer's.
I learned something last week... Tulips are toxic for cats. It is a bummer. I knew a lot of plants don't go well with the feline variety, that is why I don't have them in my house. But my neighbour brought some tulips over and it was the first time in a long time that someone brought me flowers. Most people close to me know that I can't have flowers in the house. But I kept them... and that lasted a short time and I ended up taking them out and laying them on my neighbour's grave. How can something so beautiful be so toxic?
