Just sitting doing nothing when there’s so much to be done: so many jobs, so many chores. I don’t care. I enjoy just being who I am, being in the moment as I sit and watch the rain streaming down the window pane and release myself from the tenacious habits of the doing mode of mind and learn to gently free myself from its grasp, moment by moment.  

 Still,  my wife’s going to beat the crap out of me when she gets home.

Where?

... my wife’s going to beat the crap out of me when she gets home.

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After my wife moved out, that was our deal that I kept the house and the debt, we were way in the red, good deal for her, I was looking around and came across my *honey do list*.  1 and 1/2 pages, single spaced on a legal pad.

I wadded it up and burned it.  It was like burning the mortgage. 

That was 20 years ago.  Ive had a lot of opportunities to get married again, and passed them all up.  I would do it again for *true love*, but not just to get into a domestic situation.  Thats more liability than asset to me.

But then I must admit, whoever or whatever the Spirit is, I am married to It.  She says, *You are It for me just as much as I am It for you.  We are It together.  I am you, and you are me.*  I just say, *Thanks for being you for me.*

You see, its all illusion, except what you believe in, which is delusion.

If you are going to have delusions, pick them yourself, for yourself.

Otherwise you may end up mad as a hatter.   hahahahaha hahahahaha hahaha