It seems breakfast baked on the wood stove has become a habit. And the robe named Wind is back under the needle. The last of some old handwoven cloth, the fringed end, has become a wind detector. Maybe that is a good idea. An early warning system. A wind keeper. To wear the wind, to be part of it, may help to understand it. To measure it. I have been thinking about that.
An unusual warm spell is upon us. The weather swings are scary. This storm was good practice for what is to come. I think so. Going south to pay Mom a visit, now that I scored some gas...still so hard to find here. Tonight I will do a bit of email catch up and things like that... almost back. The internet connection is a temporary patch, hope it holds until the scheduled repair happens on Wednesday.