Star & I were up waaay too late last night watching the SBS movie we came in halfway through so I don't know the name. I do know it was French & let's just say I have a weakness for French movies.
My understanding of French is semi~reasonable ~ depending. You know how it is. Some days the brain just won't fire & recall vocabulary. Anyway I am not as completely reliant on the sub~titles as Star is: she gave up around mid~night.
However part way through & before Star abandoned me to my fate we heard a rattling round the kitchen area & on investigation, in case we needed a cat to deal with an unwanted intruder, we discovered the most humongous green tree frog I have seen in ages., all covered with cat hair & dust he'd collected from scrabbling round on our floors. We admired him & shoved him out the door having no idea at all how he managed to get in in the first place.
I am down to the last few days of my fast & all of a sudden I just want it to be over. The psychological aspects always seem to be the hardest for me to deal with but at the same time Ezekiel was rabbiting on about cubits & however often I did the conversion I just couldn't hold the numbers in my head. Now there's a conversion you would think the translators would just make. Why wouldn't you? Especially for people like me who still think in imperial despite the fact we converted to metric back in 1966 while I was still at school. I didn't convert then & still think in feet & inches so what hope have I got with cubits?
Now it's not that I'm physically hungry; I'm not. I'm feeling pretty good physically with that lovely clarity of mind fasting brings but I am just tired of being out of routine & having to make all these adjustments because of the fast. The temptation is to pack it in early so I am hunkering down in the hope that this too shall pass & the last few days will be beneficial. After all we are done with the cubits for now so at least my reading shouldn't be so fraught.