I mostly just stayed in the cold, gray, rainy house doing lazy Saturday things. Including, however, writing some fiction.
Not the long-languishing novel. But a new piece of something. Don't know much about it yet. Just excited that I can access that part of my creative brain. It has me doing research on Conscientious Objectors during World War II in the Civilian Public Service.
I think I slept for most of Sunday. A very long nap, at any rate. I don't like it when I miss day and days and days of posting. I missed them this time because I was feeling under-the-weather and because I mostly didn't want to touch my computer for fear that i would be sucked into the vortex.
I have not been good recently about seeing anyone. I get nervous sometimes when I haven't seen people for a while. That they will be upset that I haven't been in regular contact. Or that they will be all judgy about my... I don't even know. Quite frankly, my friends are just not very judgy people. I don't think the nervous is rational. I think it just is.
Quaker, teacher, parent,