My health is fine in spite of scares. I always feel I’ve been blessed with a modicum of stability in my genes, as much as I’m not without ageing. Mer had a scare (or two) but will not need a pacemaker, and meds seem to be doing their thing. It’s funny how long it took us to even have a pill regimen, I suppose. But it still seems like we just can’t keep up, around the house, or with other such things.
In spite of this, we began our journey as Grand officers for Eastern Star. I’m gearing up for the 2025 poster of events for the Lodge of Research, and trying to finish my book on Research Lodges in time to have print copies available for New Years. The election caused a bit of turmoil, of course, but I’m surprised how well everyone is keeping calm. I dread certain circles, as some people cannot refrain from contentious topics. Detailed commentary on this would be wasted here, but let’s just say none of this is normal, and it’s forcing harsh truths to be discovered about human nature et alia. I find myself blowing off steam by commenting on walls I may never visit again, as I won’t use my own profile as a platform where it would only cause division among myself and others I need to work with in Masonic circles. Sometimes I think that’s the only reason I am not a full-blown revolutionary.
But I think I will be all caught up with most things so that I can enjoy Advent and regroup for my next big writing project, possibly about tortoises.