So, I was planning to be here:


doing some more of this:


it’s really not the weather for this:


I’m not there, because there’s other things that need to be done.

Sitting mostly. Knitting. Cooking soup and casserole. And that thing you do at the stop lights on the late drive home.

I had something like a dream last night. I’ve had it before and I’ve been waiting for it this last week or so. It’s not a dream exactly. But a sense and a feeling. And it’s been following me around. It’s to tell me that everything will be okay. It’ll be hard. But it will be okay.