She wanted blue hair.
This is how the inside of my head feels. At this moment, Moon is off driving alone for the first time. I may have hugged him a little too hard when he left, telling him, "Don't die."
More pink and lavender skies over a twilight blue tree (with thanks to Tina and Deb).
These scraps want to be a tiny book. Small is making things seem manageable. Well, some things, at least in my imagination.
I miss Blue. He's still in Ohio, and will be moving to Michigan to start his new job in a couple of weeks. He's happy, doing well, and in a good situation. We were supposed to have this last summer with him home, but the virus.... The next opportunity will be Christmas time, but it doesn't seem likely that travel will be a good idea by then. I wasn't ready for months of not seeing him to turn into more than a year.
The favorite things book creeps along. This page will be the "Story" blanket. The book was begun in early April, with the intent of adding something each day for one hundred days. This is day 125. There are 41 entries.
I tell myself that what needs to get done, will.
