My place last night. And they would be glad to have me stay for a while.

In this upscale town on the bay She commented to me as I drove by a week ago. And we had a nice brief chat. Towards the end she pointed to her house across the road. , we have a guest Cottage come stay in it. Turns out, She's slightly crazy that way. . The soul in us is crazy.
Yesterday afternoon I arrived for the night. She and her husband and I, well, I found it a absolutely wonderful exhilarating evening over a pasta dinner.
Stay longer. They reiterated it.
I recounted how I finally understand why Mother Teresa would never eat. Any place but at one of her orders. Even if she had been talking at a banquet, for example.
It is a largely fun, stimulating struggle, to keep the soul in charge. But the head and the flesh are relentless. Given the slightest opening, the slightest encouragement, they begin stealing attention. And I do not prefer it when they have attention.

As I departed our dinner, she said, now I hope you don't do a Mother Teresa and sleep on the floor. I had already mention that was likely. It is so odd, but the thought of spoiling all those sheets and creating all that work. Is so distasteful to me. It was a very pleasant vacation on the floor to have plenty of room to sprawl. , a solid floor, a safe quiet space, in such a beautiful area. With such nice friends..
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