Today is a holiday. It has been raining since early this morning except for a brief respite which, if the thunder in the background is a good indicator, is about to end. I woke up with big plans of accomplishing tasks here at home. Tasks need to be accomplished. I am one degree away from being void of the necessary skills for domesticity. One more genetic trait bequeathed on me by my paternal grandmother. Delitha, her name, was a force to reckoned with in her own right. She was not a housekeeper. She stayed home, cooked huge meals for tobacco crews coming in for lunch, maintained all the tasks keeping hearth and home together but did not seem to possess a decorating skill or a will to be unnecessarily clean in her housekeeping. I will yield to the fact that Delitha had, for most of my life, a garden, chickens, pigs and other responsibilities that I cannot pleasd to support my position on housekeeping. Nevertheless it cannot be denied that genetically I am aligned with her in important ways, eccentric ways, intellectual ability, and I do have her boobs, belly, butt and sway in my back due to scoliosis. My sense of humor came from the other side of the genetic gene pool as did the fact that I look younger than my years. I much prefer writing to making the bed, putting up clothing, cleaning the bathroom, oh dear, the list is long. Writing this out brought me to my senses. I am going to accomplish a task or two. I will return later to heap large measures of praise on myself.