Three Dog Night

“One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
it’s the loneliest number since the number one…”

written by Henry Nilsson

“Pick a number” — the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Immediately, Three Dog Night was playing in my mind.

But here’s the thing:

• One is strong. Okay, two is stronger — collaboration and all that. But one is okay. One stands.
• One is responsible for one, and isn’t pointing fingers of blame at anyone else.
• One is decisive.
• One makes progress. One doesn’t get bogged down wondering what two or three would want or do. One moves forward.

Honestly, two can be far lonelier than one.

And crowds can be downright desolate.

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Other notable ones this week:

One bottle of Chardonnay purchased this week. Today, actually. Chilled. The glass I had tonight — alone — was so good.

One dinner out — with one son. One of my children invited me out to dinner with him last night. AND he picked up the tab. So nice!

One Otto the Orange appearance — for my one granddaughter’s birthday. My granddaughter is quite smitten with Otto the Orange, so when my son mentioned that they were going to be attending a semi-local Otto the Orange appearance, of course I went.

One really good night’s sleep — I woke up this morning at 5:30am. Unheard of! I’m typically at work at this hour.

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A few more numbers:

Two workouts in the Fitness Center this week.

Two days driving down to the house we’re selling so I can pack things ups and get them out.

Three mini-ciabatta rolls with sprouts and tomato that became my dinner tonight.

One disappointment.

One unsettling conversation.

One delightful conversation setting up a talk called “Farming With Dynamite.”

Seven days of goodness.

I think that pretty much sums up my week. In numbers.