An hour later, I awoke from a troubled sleep, thinking about rooms in disarray. My wife keeps a very clean house and yet, dysfunctional humanoid as I am, have a "need to improve".
|How it is.|
|What I desire.|
|How I see it.|
I get a glass of tea, my trusty 25' tape measure, a bar of chocolate, and begin to scour the land. Tuffie, the dog, climbs into his chair and feigns a coma.
About four hours later, Connye returns from her event. As she is recounting the great time they had and unpacking, there is a moment of silence.
"I see you rearranged some things."
UmHmm. I asked God to help me and he did. Sooo, it's God's fault? Supreme Revelation!!
YESSS, that's it, He TOLD me how to do it! I am not guilty.
It all worked out much better than I thought. She observed that when I am left alone, in the house, for more than three hours something WILL happen. My version of "Home Alone". All the cleaning supplies and equipment and there - alone and sad - what is a husband to do but
- refresh and revitalize
With my project completed, Connye content, Tuffie???, and long hours of rain ahead, we settled in for a loonnngggggg nap. God is good.
(how about the garage)