All's Quiet in Paradise

It has been a quiet week; in fact, it's been a quiet two weeks.  I attribute it to health issues and making adjustments to changes and looking forward to some outpatient surgery (for him) and radical food changes for me (thank you whacked out sugar levels).  Fortunately, neither are anything that can't be corrected with discipline and paying attention to life's little details.  

I think the slump of coming off of mission and so much time away is now setting in as well.  I sort of feel like this.

Hanging Moon in Night Rain

There are people I need to call who need attention.  There is a small project to finish.  A drive to the next town up the road is needed.  There are blogs to catch up with and letters to write.  But . . . have you ever felt like your feet were stuck in goo and you butt fused to the sofa?  Yeah, that's pretty much how I'm feeling.

Oddly, it's not a tired feeling.  Not a depressed feeling, either. 

 It's more like I'm waiting.  

For something.

Perhaps this malaise is simply a search direction.  Mortality came knocking at my door twice in the last ten days.  Sometimes, a person just has to sit back and wait.