I know.....it's about time I posted here. I have said it before if I'm not here it is because I am busy living. I write posts all the time, in my head and they never quite make it. I have so much to tell but the telling never quite gets there. I need to start writing like it's my job.
As I write this we have been three weeks although it seems like much more of sickness. This one is really bad. This couch has been home on a number of occasions to boys who need rest and cozying up by the fire.
I read post after post of summer stories from afar and dream of warmer days while mine are filled with trying to get washing dry and keep warm.
Among it all I know that if the bed is made then it will be okay.
As for the cozy fire, it is nice but it sure makes a mess
and then........ I read this post and was reminded of those everyday things that we do and keep doing. "Sometimes you must cease endlessly striving for what you want to do and learn to love what must be done" Goethe.
And the sun came out again. The kitchen is about the only place that it actually comes into our house in winter. There is joy to be found in doing the dishes.
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