Last day of August. Tomorrow is September. I hate and loathe the months whose names end in "-ber". Sounds like BRRRRR! Cold!! to me. I hate the months whose names end in "-ary" about as much. Same reason.
Sitting home with the washing machine going, Dear Wife next door with the Beloved Great Niece. And listening to yet another rain storm. The All-Wise All-Knowing climate people dutifully consulted chicken entrails this last spring, and solemnly announce that this summer would be an awful drought. So we've had well above average rainfall amounts, and the drought-drops falling are adding to that total. With only three weeks of Summer left. But I hesitate to say anything lest the "Warmists" denounce me as a "denier" and demand disembowelment or something on that order.
We'd hoped to be receiving a shipment of medicine for Dear Wife. She had to have her thyroid gland remove many years ago, part of the whole autoimmune / lupus thing, so she has to take thyroid medicine Every Single Day. It's been a journey -- our moves from state to state have meant a series of physicians treating her, each one sure he/she has it Right and all the others we Horribly Wrong. Which has led to many problems and substantial pain. And lots and lots and lots of awful expen$e$ for us, often at times of little or no money. Like now. She's been diagnosed as hypo-thyroid, which we could have (and did) tell the "professionals", but of course they knew better. Part of the result os the combination of steroids (also every day) and the hypothyroidism has been substantial weight gain. She's never ever been petite, which doesn't bother me or her, mostly. But last weigh-in had her at 271 pounds, clothes don't fit, and it's not good for her. The hope is that the increased dosage of the meds will address that. We shall see.
(break here to put stuff in the dryer and start a new load)
The day's Old Testament reading is Psalms 145, 146, and 147. Tomorrow's schedule has us completing this year's tour through the Psalms. I always enjoy it. Some people use a reading plan that has a few of the Psalms every day. I may try it next year.
I was reflecting this morning, early while in bed, on what goes on in us while we are praising the Lord. And why it is important that we do so, regularly and intentionally. It's worth pondering. I know that it is not just idle flattery. I think it pleases Him, and I also think that it draws us closer to Him. Both are worthy.
The New Testament reading is verses 1-15 from 1st Corinthians chapter 11.
I Corinthians 11:1-15