So, I was planning to be here:
doing some more of this:
it’s really not the weather for this:
I’m not there, because there’s other things that need to be done.
Sitting mostly. Knitting. Cooking soup and casserole. And that thing you do at the stop lights on the late drive home.
I had something like a dream last night. I’ve had it before and I’ve been waiting for it this last week or so. It’s not a dream exactly. But a sense and a feeling. And it’s been following me around. It’s to tell me that everything will be okay. It’ll be hard. But it will be okay.
adelaide from adelaide 
It’s the being hard part that’s starting to get to me.
“That thing that you do at the stop lights on the late drive home”.
Pelvic floor exercises?
i thought it might be picking your nose…
TC,
long time no see, sorry for being a stranger. Just wanted to let you know that you and your family are in my thoughts. Will write more later.
Love you,
Sari + boys
dream yourself to the island when you need to.
“That thing that you do at the stop lights on the late drive home”.
Crying? Is everything ok. Sorry to read you’re going through a bad patch.
It
will
be
ok.
I do like it when I get that feeling.
At the stop lights? Craning my neck to check that I have remembered to do up the capsules, and that their toes are still moving.
I would leave you a casserole on the doorstep, but it sounds as though you are well catered for in the casserole department. Sorry for the hard times. xx
I would leave you a casserole on the doorstep, but it sounds as though you are well catered for in the casserole department. Sorry for the hard times. xx
I’m glad that at least there’s a sign that things are getting better – or will get better. From little things, big things grow. (Or some cliche containing more than a grain of truth like that.)
Take care.