The intermission

My husband, who fractures the English language, has been telling people I am in intermission. I hope that doesn't mean the show must go on?
This week I have emerged from my dreams with all kinds of desires to do things, certainly not much more energy, but every thing matters. So the first thing that mattered this week was to tear up the old carpets in the basement and wash and wax the existing tile. I have two and a half rooms done. It is really heavy work, but the reward is a good smelling basement. Of course, the bird cage had to be scalded and then the lizard shed his summer skin and he is all clean and green. I hope to finish the one and a half rooms tomorrow and then with a little windexing and furniture polish I will be done with the basement. My reward will be taking out the fall decorations.
I have been reading two books that I picked up at the library. One is Heaven, and each chapter has another idea from another person or religion as to what heaven will be. Of course I did find that interesting, but didn't find any theory that I wanted to adapt. The other book is "How we live, why we die, the secret lives of cells." Very interesting. Each cell is a closed society that must work together for survival. Of course when they don't, they mutate or seep their contents and disease or system failure occurs. I did find that interesting when it is applied to cancer.
The other thing that blew my acceptance of a all knowing God, is that in each cell is a billion parts. A lot bigger pile than the Haiti dead. If you extrapolate those numbers to outer space, I don't see how a God has time to pay attention to me.
However, lately when I have directed my thoughts to the Holy Spirit I have felt a connection and sometimes answers to questions and prayers. I guess I don't have to know how it works, if it works anyway.
Husband is taking an antidepressant and seems better already. I hid his sleeping pills and he isn't arguing about that. He can drive now, but says it hurts. He goes to see cardiologist and surgeon this week, so hoping we might be able to drive to Libby for the weekend soon.
I've decided I like living and so I am ignorning time limits and just doing what I like to do. Mundane things like laundry and grocery shopping are fun again. Hope you are enjoying being alive.