Make a plan. Then life happens.
Today's nine is not a new nine. It's a very old nine. A nine lives patch. Linen. Indigo. Well worn. Indigo wears so well. The knee patch from some old jeans (soon to become shorts), still functioning and removed, with a bit of the red connector thread remaining. The thread that reinforced the corner.
An old nine then, no time for a new one. There is a hurricane suddenly forming so we are on unexpected storm watch. Some chores and prep today. And speaking of knees, I injured mine on the way down the loft stairs last night. So maybe an x-ray. I need these knees.
I'm going to hobble outside to speak kindly to that big old tree that is too close to house. Power outages are common here along the coast. If I get quiet, that's why.