By now, my house is immaculate.
Dinners are on time. And, thoroughly wholesome.
Henry, the dog, has a walk every evening.
Laundry is freshly folded and put away.
It’s not as though I lived in squalor before Ash Wednesday, but I did become a bit lax. Almost everything had taken second place to My Reading.
I’m still reading, just not any literature. I’ve finished the book of Numbers, and I’m almost done with Deuteronomy. (In years past it’s taken me weeks to get through one of those books in the Old Testament.)
And, I’ve found a translation I love (thanks, Claire!). It’s the Holman Christian Standard Bible, which reads with incredible ease. I like it much more than other ‘easy to read’ translations, such as the New Living, because it still seems to hang on to the depth I find in my beloved King James. With a bit more clarity.
So far, so good, in this Lenten endeavor; only 39 more days to go.
“Seems like a year, doesn’t it?” asked my husband just now, as he served himself a bowl of pudding.