It's been one of those days when time just slips by and I can't really point to anything getting done. Except Hildie is thoroughly combed. Rewrote a chapter of the book that I'm still not satisfied with and put it down for the day before I drove myself nuts. Seems like I woke up, did some things, saw and talked to a few people and now it's almost 8 p.m. Where the time goes on a day like this I don't know. Some days feel like extra hours are put in. I guess this was one that they borrow the time from.
It feels like Spring. Sunny, breezy, cold but not like other Februarys kind of coldness. Not to the bone, move fast, cover your face cold. I've always wanted a really long Spring, maybe this is it. Just feels off, not having a Winter.
Today is the 15th anniversary of my Mom's death, too. 15 years already. Impossible. As the years go by I try to remember her laughter, her singing... it fades a little. February is not a favorite month of mine. Too many deaths remembered. But if it all flies by like today, that's fine by me.
I'm glad to be eating healthy. I'm sleeping and everything is normal. Maybe the pounds won't magically disappear this way, but it's liveable. I don't even miss flour products anymore and more surprising, I crave veggies now. Go figure.
All's quiet in The Shire. The story of Beowulf is on H2, and I have books to read. Life is good. I hope everyone gets a peaceful day like this now and then. See ya tomorrow.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago