Sun again but not for long, so enjoyed it today. From inside though, because the Man has caught a cold and I am the soup-maker. Odds are I will catch it too. As close as we are to one another at all times these days, living small in December.
I lined a few stars up today. The sun is a star.
Stitching planned for tomorrow maybe.
The moon was invisible last night with all the rain, but still it kept us all awake. It was a nap day. All around.
December just showed up as if out of nowhere. I am almost surprised by time's passing today.
There was a lot of quiet stitching and conversation over the weekend. Some fresh air. And not a lot of overeating. A little wine, but I think I am outgrowing that. I am trying to listen to my body more. I need all the energy it has to give at this point.
And with these thoughts I have started to consider the difference between Just Going and Not Just Going and how they both have their place in how season passes.
I am actually tired today because I was on night time fire duty these past days. Awake but slower. Foggy but still in a way clearer about a lot of things.
A whole year has past since I was focused on stars. This was still in the basket and I just kept going with it. Because scraps (of self) are like stars, there are a million of them here by my side at all times. A lot of times the wishes I wish upon them come true. I like the simple exercise of lining them up. Like time travel.
So after two cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit, the fog has lifted and I am on a journey filled with little long cloths for December.