I woke up early in the morning to the sounds of thunder and rain. When I went to use the bathroom, something outside triggered the motion detector on the light. I thought it was lightning at first, but the light stayed on.
I think I got back to sleep after that, but not for a while. I’m glad I got to hear the thunder. There aren’t as many thunderstorms out here in Idaho as there were where I grew up in Illinois. But we don’t want too many out here; the fire risk is too high to ask for thunderstorms. Though dry lightning is more dangerous.
I let myself sleep in a bit, with the alarm set for 6:30 instead of 5:30. I’ll be doing 5:30 tomorrow morning. I want to get some things done in the morning. I loaded the washing machine with my dirty clothes, but I haven’t run it yet. I should probably get a load of dishes run tomorrow as well. I will try to do chores while listening to the audiobook that I used for my drive to and from Moscow. I haven’t quite finished it.
The work day was okay. I had several meetings. There were a few urgent things to work through from last week. I haven’t quite caught up on emails, but I’m making progress.
My neighbor brought over the mail that she’d been picking up for me while I was out last week in the morning. I was glad to get it, though it had something sad. A jury duty summons for Ambrose. I had to send an email to let them know that he would not be able to respond to the questionnaire or serve. It’s kind of funny; I got called last year around this time and was allowed to defer because of his death. They replied promptly and were apologetic that the notice had been sent, which I appreciated.
After work, I decided to go to the library and see if they had the show I’ve been wanting to re-watch (though not enough to pay to rent or buy it on Amazon), The Mentalist. It’s a show I watched with Ambrose while it was airing, and I’ve seen it more than once. It’s a comfort watch. Not on any of my streaming services at the moment. They didn’t have that show, but one of my neighbors was working the desk, so I got to have a nice chat with her.
I was patting myself on the back for having socialized when I ran into some of my hot springs friends on the way to the grocery store. We chatted a bit, and I got some hugs which was very nice. They’re the ones I went to visit on the anniversary of Ambrose’s death, so I was able to let them know that I’m overall doing okay. Over the hump of the anniversary and doing what I love, backpacking. Not just because it’s something we’d be doing if he were still alive, but because it brings me great joy.
Then I got my shopping done and went home. I ate dinner and then got my exercises done and now it’s time for bed. I’ve got a lot to do. I need to start doing some of it. Getting those stories finished. I’m the only one who can tell them.