Its just before we head out the door to look for more stuff. Why? Supposedly to make our life more comfortable. Oddly we are taking a break from sorting and deciding what to keep and what to give away as we clean up from our painting journey and fiasco. Ah, the simple life sometimes seems so attractive, yet I wonder if I could handle it. Why am i so lucky and blessed to be fortunate with so much wealth compared to those in third world countries? That leaves one with a lot of responsibilities doesn't it?
I sure am philosophical these days!