It smells good, almost of incense, but none is burning. The day is busy with appointments. There are two or three bullock's oriole, a BC bird, in our yard, foraging under the leaves for grubs. Pretty rather biggish bird.

The nuns are singing, singing, singing. I cannot meditate as deeply as usual these days. I am more shallow in my concentration. I meditate anyway as I must gain merit, simply, I think. Waiting for an hour for hubby with the dogs at the GP was not bad practice at all. I meditated for a short while and just relaxed and tried to maintain concentration. 

UPDATE

I have just sat on a chair outside, under the hot sun and recited a few mantras: Om tare tuttare ture svoha and om muni muni mahamuni soha especially and some om mani peme hung.

For tummo. I have also made water offerings for her well being and ease and happiness.