So. Yes, at this point we are both "under the weather". Which is big at this point. The under and the weather.
The roof is leaking . The sky is falling. The wind almost picked up Chicken as he went out to pee. He didn't mind. He loves wind and climbed a tree in the rain before coming back in. He promptly went to sleep.
The man finally fell asleep at 3:3o AM. I stitched by lamplight which made my eyes ache and my head hurt. I fell asleep with a needle in my hand and the fire went out. I fixed that and then decided to bring more wood in because of the dampness and the fact that THEY just predicted 3 more days of the same. Another chapter for my neighbors to add to the book as the old lady in the bird robe went out at 4AM to haul wood.
But I stitched more and a little long cloth began to have a story. The thing that runs through it. The dark and light of it. And a wish for balance. A little solstice cloth , then, as it happened. I would like to talk about it more but not today. As soon as the man wakes, I'm going to sleep.
Later I looked at two cloths touching. Which gave them a new sense of season. A trans-season stray emerged.