Gathering

I suppose staying in bed until noon counts as sleeping in, but it sure feels like I could sleep for days on end.

Rousted out of the house by my youngling’s labored coughing, I did not feel safe from viral intake – and thus yielded to their inhabiting.

Out and about, interacting with community, the sluggishness of thought makes me feel removed from connecting.

A strawberry mint and golden oregano – then a semi-dwarf donut peach found for gracing my youngling’s window.

The large area rug we are all fond of and a small TV stand with wheels to glide on met me this morning before I said, “Anon!”

I am still on quest for a long hallway runner to help the hound’s speed no longer flounder.