So. We had a freeze last night.
The man is in the air somewhere between there and here.
He's not feeling well so I'm making soup.
I kept stitching yesterday. The day, like quite a few days before, passing in a kind of unfamiliar blur. Not understanding why. Normally, I enjoy time to myself. I get stuff done. Clear my head. This time I simply missed him terribly. There, I said it.
So this Early April Stray. Weary, Waiting, Wallowing in an old sea of confusion. Feeling Incomplete. Conjuring a way to rescue herself using what's in her heart to build a better basket.