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Wednesday's Words on a Friday

Thursday Thoughts #35

from Skin Game. A Harry Dresden novel by Jim Butcher.

"There's power in the touch of another person's hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There's a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. 
It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and colour, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. 
And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror?
The touch of another person's hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. 
The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else's hand can ease pain and make things better. 
That'…

Whimsical Wednesday # 164

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Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

Know any good knock knock jokes?

Here's one you've probably heard before:

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Goliath
Goliath who?
Goliath down, you looketh tired.

I've had a very satisfying morning

Last week, I noticed my "plastics" cupboard was in a huge mess and my bookshelf was too. Usually the books are alphabetised by author and most of them still were, but I'd been shoving extra book into it anywhere they would fit.
I planned on using the weekend to sort these things out. Two days, two jobs. 
Then I heard the weather report. Both days were going to be 40C or more and the plastics cupboard is out on the back porch. 
In the heat. 
The bookshelf is in the bedroom. No air conditioning in there, just a fan. 
So those jobs got put on hold. 

This morning I woke up to a cooler temperature, a cool breeze and a hungry cat.
Fed the cat, opened the house, prepared to make coffee. oh no! Out of milk. Less than a dribble left in the carton. Had a cup of tea instead. 
Shut up the house again, went to the shops for milk and flyspray, came home and ate breakfast. 
Then I made the bed, changed the sheets and everything! 
I emptied the bookshelf completely, tossing placing all the books …

Musical Monday #48

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Sunday Selections #212

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Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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