Last night was Della's second very disrupted night this week, so we are restarting the Zantac, and praying to whatever gods might be listening.
Last night, sitting on the sofa, I realized my throat was sore, and I was achy. When I get sick, sometimes it is like that. One minute I am ok, maybe just a bit blue, the next I am sick.
I had PLANS for today, people. Painting plans. Beading plans. And all I am is tired, achy, snotty and low.
So, I will wash my brushes, and just try to be ok with just being today. Being tired. being snotty.
On a fun note, Della learned to feed herself cheerios this week. It is the cutest thing ever. It begins with a perfect pincher grip, a single cheerio, and ends up with whole hand in mouth...
It's been a week of bright moons and wild night skies here.
And two days of cold with morning frost.
Seasons are shifting so fast I feel unsteady. I just want to say wait wait wait! Give me a minute! I need to catch up!