GlacialLake of Ember

Still not sleeping well, due to various pains. It was touch and go for awhile about three am, when I woke up with many dark thoughts and almost got up. But I didn't, and eventually went back to sleep. I got up and put on colorful clothes to ward off the darkness of the day, and drove off to therapy through the falling snow. It got cold and continued to snow most of the day. I stopped at the store to pick up medications and ice cream--a key ingredient in dementor repellent. Then I changed back into my work grubbies and spent an hour lugging heavy storage tubs through doorways, around corners, and down stairs to the basement. The storage tubs contain extra bedding for when we have guests, wool blankets, and sweaters stashed with cedar sachets. There's one that has fabric and some quilts I inherited that need repair when I get around to it. I still have thoughts that I might do some sewing one of these days. The gumption trap in the way right now is that my project table has stacks of papers that need sorting on it. I probably won't get around to fixing that until the new year, because there are too many more pressing projects. But someday . . . I dream . . . . The Sparrowhawk put things that go on the shelves back on the shelves. So now the laundry and storage room is pretty much back the way it's supposed to be. And still nice and dry, in spite of the rain/snow of the last few days.

This carrying process was hard on the old bod even though I kinda let the boxes slide down the carpeted stairs. I had to stop and have tea. I wrote a little bit and did some research. And had a nap. I'm trying to keep a balance between getting things done and hurting myself. It's a fine line. A friend's husband survived his quadruple bypass in good shape and is working on recovery--three cheers!