Day 4 in this strange new world and I have had a breakthrough! I am delighted and giddy about how much I have accomplished, but first, my observations.

The giant fireball in the sky has been hidden by a seemingly flat expanse of micro-water particles in higher density than previously observed. Occasionally, these micro-particles coalesce into larger ones and fall to the ground. I have been struck by many of these, so have chosen to remain in the dwelling of my benefactors. As mentioned previously in this journal, the rotation of this planet, coupled with its elliptical orbit, has caused fluctuations in the surface weather, resulting in the lower altitudes of the micro water particles, as illustrated thus:

I expect to stick with these mindfulness cards for less than a week, because I'm realistic like that with my expectations. Most definitely not going the 48 full days.

Today's card off the top of the deck is "Listen to the Body."

This one is so, so, so true: that one's body gives warning signs before a full-blown reminder to take care of one's self. I usually carry my stress in my shoulders, manifesting in headaches, but sitting too long one day (think "flight from Sydney") will cause back pains for days. Movement being the best cure for those particular back pains.

I don't believe I do a good job of listening to the subtle body signals. Perhaps today will be the point where that changes.

One year in college, I went with my boyfriend to his house for Christmas. It was a pleasant trip, I have fond memories, some less fond memories, and a towel from the trip. The towel is a clear indicator that it wasn't a bad trip.

During the trip, his family was a bit consternated: they were taking delivery of a new couch, but no one was going to be home to receive it. BF's dad was going to work. BF's mom was out somewhere else. BF had a Mustang motor to pick up. BF's sister would be at school. What to do? What to do?

Um.... hello?

I offered, since I didn't have any plans other than hang out at the house anyway. The delivery guys delivered the couch, put it where I was told to tell them to put it, and left. Hours later, the family returns.

It was the wrong couch.

After dinner tonight, Matthew, Claire, and I played a game of Scrabble.

For the record, I am not good at Scrabble. Yes, I can find words easily, I can often make 5 or 6 letter words. What I can't do is find words that are strategically good or positions for the words I do make or calculate the statistically feasibility of my getting that ONE MORE LETTER I NEED to make a 7 letter word.

I just like to make words from letters. The License Plate Torture game CLEARLY shows this.

In my effort of saying yes to social activities with my friends, even when I what I really want to do is hermit with a book or laptop, despite my clear Scrabble handicap, I said yes to this game.

And managed these opening tiles:

I nearly forgot there was an X, with this brilliant set of tiles.

My kingdom for an I.