Sunday being a natural time to examine my soul, it's often a little melancholy. I think about the things I've done, and what seems worse, what I have failed to do. Church is a great solace, but it doesn't quite seem to absolve me from worldly duties; there is always some penance attached to that, and consequences that will come due in this world if not attended to. Also, the end of the month approaches. I have enough food to see me through, just not very good food. Grateful for the supplies, just not overjoyed with the selection (can you say cup noodles?). Well, first world problems, right? The weather, thank Heaven, has finally turned milder, with the rain laying some of the dust in the air. Though I do hear that the first cold front (predicted to happen in the middle of November) might bring snow! And 'at my back I always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near.'
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