With Mount NeverRest still waiting for me to scale it, I am putting aside more leisurely activities in order to accomplish the feat. (For the male readership, there was a reference to laundry in that sentence.) When Mom is sick (see last entry), everything just backs up. The work ahead makes you wish you were still in bed, but good health is always preferable to sickness, even if that sickness presents an excuse not to accomplish anything.

But it is good work, and that makes for a good life.