Level 2 Chi Kung. Microcosmic orbit.
Nick’s turn on morning, so started the day with a very welcome sleep in. Roasted a chicken for dinner and started in on the laundry mountain again.
A couple of weeks ago, Katie announced that she wanted to put a special shoebox just outside the door of my room, so that, if any member of the family was feeling worried or anxious about anything, they could write their worry on a piece of paper and put it in the box. I restrained myself from asking why they wouldn’t just talk to me about their worry and went along with her plan. I was instructed to open the box and read the worries only on Sundays. Well, two Sundays in, here’s the crop of worries so far.
Sherlock will diy.
[No, I don’t think that the concern is that the dog will start putting up shelves and replacing faulty tap washers.]
A tree will fall on our house.
The earth will blow up.
Dash isn’t my friend.
I’m worried about Robots.
The sun will blow up.
I’m going to diy.
[Again, I suspect, not about shelves.]
At the moment there doesn’t seem to be any expectation that I will take action in relation to the worries but no doubt it won’t be long before Katie installs a suggestion box!!