Yesterday was a pretty and peaceful day. Our hill was quiet and calm.
We got about seven inches. The day was spent stitching and not thinking about Tuesday's trip.
Last night anxiety attacked. Nightmares of Dad and guns, me trying to keep others safe, and another of fragile wombats and premature babies that I was responsible for keeping alive, and failing. Today there is a headache and stress for the weather, the drive, some of the people to be with there, the task to do, and for the work left to do inside of myself.
It's looking like I should leave tomorrow, a day early, between storms. I don't like driving in good weather. I don't want to leave home.
Time to start packing, and searching for some inner peace...
