over the birdseed outside my dining room window. so i wonder are they getting ready to fly south for the winter? will we have a winter?
I know this is horrible, but I am praying for a blizzard this year. Please Lord, let me be stuck at home for a week. with electricity of course. home. with my crocheting and sewing and reading and writing. and little green plants. don’t care about tv. or drama. or work. just home. with my Samwise. and my blankets.
to say i am exhaustified is an understatement.
i am whipped.
and i replay words over and over and over in my head.
my brain isn’t resting. at all.
i want to be a finch. to eat and fly south. to sing in song to my Creator.
but instead i have a brain and a choice.
so i will watch the finches store up and fly south.
and go back to canning salsa and pizza sauce. and repotting plants before bringing them in. and laundry and bills and the ordinariness of my life.
it is a good life. a minion life.