Yesterday: a day to put the white into my hair.
And not because I’m suddenly a great aunt. By virtue of our niece getting a fur baby, but still, far away as Oscar is, he’s a cute kitty.
It was not the sending out some poems, or 5 hours sleep, with a mid-way wee o’clock in the morning waking Brian to ask if it was recycling day.
Not the making a zucchini loaf in a flour cloud as if I were a sparrow taking a dust bath.
But the priming wood and bending over to head butt into the paint.
By night it was true tiredness, like a plank across the top of the head with pain that was almost pleasure in its precision. Some may have been allergies but mercifully antihistamine are beautifully inventions that work very well for me.
And then crashing for 12 hours of sleep.
And slowly climbing into day.
I’ve broken another few hard nuts to crack:
Over the last few weeks, two book, two chapbook manuscripts finished and off. And family visit complete. (Including sub-project: find office floor before someone-not-me trips.)
And Project Garage has started; mouse(?) nest removed. (And yes, sterilized everything that touched those.) They are beavers as much as beavers. The bedroom pocket is woven of hair, wool and cloth mostly, good insulators.
Quote: “We should be lenient in our judgment, because often the mistakes of others would have been ours had we had the opportunity to make them.” ~ Dr. Alsaker