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Benjamin Franklin (Part 2) The plan worked, up to a point. After following the course several times in a row, he found it necessary to go through just one course in a year, and then one every few years. But the virtue of order—“Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time”—appears to have eluded his grasp. Franklin was not naturally inclined to keep his papers and other possessions organized, and he found the effort so vexing that he almost quit in frustration. This timetable was formulated before Franklin adopted a favorite habit of his later years—his daily “air bath.” At the time, baths in cold water were considered a tonic, but Franklin believed the cold was too much of a shock to the system. He wrote in a letter: I have found it much more agreeable to my constitution to bathe in another element, I mean cold air. With this view I rise early almost every morning, and sit in my chamber without any clothes whatever, half an hour or an hour, according to the season, either reading or writing. This practice is not in the least painful, but on the contrary, agreeable; and if I return to bed afterwards, before I dress myself, as sometimes happens, I make a supplement to my night’s rest, of one or two hours of the most pleasing sleep that can be imagined. From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #daulyrituals #inktober #benjaminfranklin @masoncurrey

GET ME OUT OF HEEEEEEEEERE! https://www.instagram.com/p/CYZmQf3pJPL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Listen very carefully. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc0hNhWrAzl/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Morning yoga. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZILyI5pn1A/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

¿ Are you comforted ? https://www.instagram.com/p/CbM4J3HOvjd/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Yesterdays and Tomorrows. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc5b-fcrwhZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Rocks from Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson. Two old men were performing autopsies on each other.And as they worked, putting this in a glass jar and that in a chamber pot, they talked of rocks; arthritic rocks, and rockswith rotten teeth; rocks with gout, and rocks with bad stomachs; rocks with hair in their ears, and rocks withscrotums hanging to their knees; rocks with gall stones, and rocks blind with cataracts. Suddenly one of the old men says to the other, Did you know you were pregnant?No, says the other old man.Then holding up a rock, he says, Look what I found in your womb.Spank it, says the other old man, And see if it cries…

Conniption. I so love this word! And, as many of you know, I adore hog nose snake who dramatically pretends to be dead when scared. #dailydrawing #favoritewords #conniption #hognosesnake https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYteZhvTJU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Yesterday I bribed myself with ice cream to get back to work. It was a great idea! https://www.instagram.com/p/CUaYGhcIJsO/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Alas. Alas. Definitely need to use this word more often. Alas, I don’t have a lot of opportunities to do so. https://www.instagram.com/p/CrQvNHEOYol/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Narasimha loved to stop and smell the flowers. #mythology #hinduism #hybridcreature

Jane Austen (1775–1817) Austen never lived alone and had little expectation of solitude in her daily life. Her final home, a cottage in the village of Chawton, England, was no exception: she lived there with her mother, her sister, a close friend, and three servants, and there was a steady stream of visitors, often unannounced. ... Austen wrote in the family sitting room, “subject to all kinds of casual interruptions,” her nephew recalled. She was careful that her occupation should not be suspected by servants, or visitors, or any persons beyond her own family party. She wrote upon small sheets of paper which could easily be put away, or covered with a piece of blotting paper. There was, between the front door and the offices, a swing door which creaked when it was opened; but she objected to having this little inconvenience remedied, because it gave her notice when anyone was coming. “Composition seems to me impossible with a head full of joints of mutton & doses of rhubarb.” From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #janeAusten @masoncurrey

Cat's list of gripes was very extensive today. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZaPESMJoLn/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The sweetheart. From Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson. An old woman had fallen in love with one of her feet. Her husband said, No you didn't. Yes I did, it was sticking out of the covers of my bed, and I said, You're a sweetheart. No you didn't, said her husband. Yes I did. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj8GWKeOjCo/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Gloomy Tuesday. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb-U3dKrYK8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Susurration is a favorite word that I share with @ghostkismet and Tiffany Aching. Just noticed that I misspelled it, but in my defense, I don't think there are enough S's in this word; there should be MORE! https://www.instagram.com/p/CrL4wZEuYcQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Tell me about your despair. https://www.instagram.com/p/CasFHKCrfdn/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

We COULD stay here and vainly hope.

The unexpected. https://www.instagram.com/p/CaFGHa3L-H8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Ibexes mama and babies.

Cat Loaf. My favorite bread. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ15OYFrAws/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link