This is reminiscent of last year.

Apart from stocking up on groceries, and 10 gallons of flowing-well water (perfect water being necessry to a serious coffee snob), we basiclly hunkered down. Both Pax and I found walking painful, so we didn't do that much of it.

But, somehow, the day flew by, and most of the things on the to-do list remained undone.

I did say a lot of prayers.

Irene brought us a prayer wheel from Tibet, and I have found it quite addictive. The most minute movement keeps the drum (and its enclosed scrolls) spinning, and once it is spinning, a medatative state of mind quickly follows.

Om mani padme hum.