Hard week filled with terrible losses, both across oceans and across the street. I've had a bad cold since Wednesday and have been prone under layers of covers for a couple of days. The only crafting accomplished was when I effectively felted my hair to my head, rolling around while alternately broiling hot, then freezing cold, then scorching hot, then shivering — perfect felting conditions, along with the frustrated, erratic tumble-dry of my tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. When I woke up (not entirely accurate, as that implies that I was asleep, which I really hadn't been in days), I went into the bathroom and saw that my hair had matted into a pretty decent Brillo-pad tower. Marge Simpson. Feeling a lot better today, but wow. I don't know what that was.
Amelia and I went out for a walk this morning, my first time outside at length in quite a while. It was sunny and lovely after days and days of cold, dark, howling rain. Autumn is hanging on, brilliant and sparkling with quiet beauty. I'm grateful for this, for eating biscuits at the bakery with my girl, for her dramas and discoveries, her sweet hands on my cheeks, crying because my skin was too hot, playing with her toys all yesterday afternoon in the warm house while the winds wrapped 'round, and we stayed quiet, and close. I wish you warmth and light this weekend, and peace. Peace be with you, dear friends. Xoxo, A
