And look, no frost this morning. Thank god. Now if the weather'd quit changing every 15 minutes maybe this stupid head cold would go away and leave me alone. I need to keep the thought that it's better for me to have a cold now than in 4 weeks when I'll be at The Clearing for a week at a writing workshop. (there'll be no blogging that week because there isn't wi-fi on campus, it's a retreat, no TV, radio, phone [well, except for your turned off cellphone], or newspaper either, I love it) I can not wait to be up there in the woods to spend a week walking on the trails or sitting on a rock looking out at the bay. It's so peaceful there and I don't have to think of anyone but myself for those 7 days. Heaven.
I spent most of yesterday on the couch knitting or sitting here mindlessly playing computer games and I listened to a whole audiobook. I did manage to fold the wash, well, mine anyway so I have underpants and socks to wear this week but that was about it. Don made some chicken and mushroom hash for supper that I know tasted good (because it has in the past) but my favorite part was eating an orange, cool and sweet, that I could almost taste and it felt good to eat it.
April 22--Balkan, Flintlock Pistol.
Okay, evidently my brain is dissolved. I'm going to quit while I can still string words together in some semblance of coherence. Tomorrow will be better, it'll be Cold--Day 6. Gotta be better. Right?