"If his IQ slips any lower we'll have to water him twice a day." - Molly Ivins

Second post today and I'm in a much less curmudgeonly mood.
Maybe I shouldn't get that much sleep.

I did several chores and then came in for second breakfast. Sat down in my chair and realized I really didn't care about getting anything else done all day. Especially going to the track.
Thing is, I was raised with a really strong guilt dynamic and knew I'd beat myself up all day if I didn't get down to the H.S., so about 10:30 I drove down there.
Good thing I did.
My routine is do do four laps (a mile) at an easy pace to warm up and then do four laps at 95% effort with about a 30 second recovery in between.
The first timed lap matched my previous best time and the next three each got progressively faster.
I was very glad I went.
There's a sermon illustration in there somewhere.

And that nap after lunch was guilt free.

This afternoon I worked in Fred. Over the last few months the spiders have left cobwebs everywhere, the floor was littered with carpenter ants that died from the boric acid I put in the walls, and I'd let papers and things pile up. Last week I vacuumed all the cobwebs and dead bugs so today I started going through stuff. Much of it was things, paperwork mostly, that had been put in boxes because it didn't seem right to throw it away.
How long do you keep the packet of info you get from the title company when you buy or sell a house?
Tax returns?
Old passports?
I also found and pitched the receipts and notes from the truck restoration, an embarrassing number of cables that do I-don't-know-what with devices probably long since gone, and old correspondence that time has proved irrelevant to real life.

I did come across some interesting things, like Steve's vaccination record from his infancy, an old Olympus digital camera I'm now charging, and our wills that I thought were somewhere else.
There's another file box I still have to go through and I might do that tomorrow.

This morning I got a really nice email from a guy at church whose name I didn't recognize. He got my contact info from Brett (pastor). He wrote to tell me he appreciated my sermon from a couple of months ago (he even included what it was about so I know he really did remember it), and a couple of the other things I've done at church.
I responded with a heartfelt thank you.
We do that too infrequently - say thank you to people who have done something nice for us or blessed us in some way.
I sent Brett an email asking who he was. Turns out he's an elder.
Good.