And on the seventh day God finished...

... the work that he had done. Now that I've used up Genesis, what do I do for the eighth day? Circumcision?...continuing the Hebrew Biblical vein... Nah, that's old news. Although Paul claims we are neither circumcised nor uncircumcised. Nice talk for the Sabbath, huh? But I know one thing: My mission, should I decide to accept it, which indeed I must, is to get as much stuff out of my house as possible. I have learned that my problem is not with housework, but with keeping everything in the house as it ought to be and I really simply have too much stuff in this really small house. With room renovations every six months lately, I've just moved things from here to there and not kept up with getting rid of things. I have held on to things because I simply don't wear out anything, and it's just plain silly. Why should I keep Granny's towels just because they belonged to her and they don't match anything in the eclectic decor of my house? Now that's going some - no match for anything of the decor of my house when my design philosophy is that nothing should match anywhere in my house. OK - only minimal matching - pairs of curtains on the windows, sheets on the bed - though I have 4 pillows and 2 pillow cases are contrasting to those that match the sheets - and sometimes no pillow cases exactly match the sheets. The trash collectors are going to love me this week. Not only am I emptying at a dizzying rate, but the city changed the collection days and routines. True to form, they did not send a notice. So I have piles that will not make them happy. But now I can't wait until Tuesday when I find out how much longer my silence will last - also, how many more trips to Philadelphia I have to make, and when I might return to work. The drive isn't so terrible, it's paying to park that kills me. I hate to pay to park, and Philadelphia is so expensive. But finding free parking during the day is like finding a needle in a haystack. I'd have to spend a day scouting the area to understand the nuances of parking, and it is quite enough just to visit the doctor. Begrudgingly, I pay. And the tolls... your state government at work! If I don't rack up enough this year for a break on income tax, the system is indeed crooked! Come on Tuesday! And there was evening and there was morning the seventh day.