One of my favorite ways of composing is to just dig around in the table chaos, grabbing a few scraps and puzzling them together. The best part is having no idea of what is next.
Last Saturday was my booster shot. I expected the sore arm and the slightly carsick feeling that were experienced with the first two vaccinations. Felt fine all-day Sunday, until the evening. Suddenly tired and underarm lymph nodes, in the vaccinated arm, felt sore. Weird. Went to bed early. Monday- exhausted, nauseous, and nodes hurt. A three-hour nap in the afternoon, up for soup, and back to bed for twelve more. Tossing, turning, fever, uncomfortable because of the armpit. A gradual lessening of symptoms over the next two days, until today. I finally feel normal again. Just weird, but I'm grateful to have gone through it if it means not experiencing worse from whatever the virus du jour is.
There was the tiniest ladybug on the inside of the kitchen window.
Twinkle has recently taken to interrupting her morning snooze for a visit. Each day she comes in where I'm working, plays hard to get just out of reach for a minute, and then lets herself be picked up. She snuggles in my lap for a while, insisting on petting between stitches. It's nice, although it's been added to the list of signs/worries that she's getting old (13 years).
Some beautiful sunsets have happened on our corner lately.
A gift from Tina, holding Jude's star, Velma's soapstone bear, and the smokey quartz that I love.
