Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Over the river and through the woods,
O how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the snow we go.
It’s been raining for two days. At this time of year, we often get snow, and if this were a more typical year, we’d be up to the windowsills in the cold fluffy stuff.
My cold has come back; did too much running around yesterday. It was almost gone and I had a lot to do. But I woke up early this morning feeling very ill I’m glad I’m not immersed in writing a story, I couldn’t follow a plotline right now with a map and a flashlight.
That business of the ancestors is still with me. In church on Sunday, when we prayed for the departed, I felt a tingle begin down in my ankles that ran up to my ears. It was like a big chorus, gentle but persistent, asking for my attention. So I prayed for all of them, may they rest in peace, amen. I really ought to get to work on a plot involving ancestors and a Big Deadly Secret. But I'll need a title about genealogy that has a needlework term in it. And – see above – I’m in no condition to think of one.
I think I’ll take a big dose of cough medicine and go back to bed.