Plans Change . . .
It’s not like I didn’t have stuff to do that day.
I had five tasks on the day’s Franklin Planner page. At least three of them are “C level,” which, in the Franklin-Covey system means they’re something I want to do, rather than need to do (see The Franklin Planner: An Unlikely Homesteading Tool). This included making a couple of essential drink mixes to set us up for the autumn and winter, Russian tea (see The Secret of Russian Tea) and fireside coffee (see A Cup of Coffee That Brings Tears to My Eyes). I had some more important tasks to complete, most of which could be accomplished inside, where I would be warm and dry as an autumn storm moved into the area. Before that happened, I needed to tarp a couple of firewood piles. I even thought I might watch a movie in the afternoon while I ran the wind generator to keep it limber (see Use It or Lose It).
For the moment, though, I sat at the dining table in my pajamas, waiting for my turn in the shower. I had just poured my morning cup of coffee, and intended to enjoy it while I sealed a newly-written letter to Aly.
As I did so, I glanced casually out the window, and everything changed.