Rook of Trill

This would have been my mother's 94th birthday. I woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream of a standard type: I'm part of a team that is working to stop bad people from harming others. We succeeded in tracking them down eventually, but not until they had already killed again. I felt that I had failed and woke up in a panic. I went downstairs for a couple of hours. Shortly before dawn, the Sparrowhawk joined me, and once it started to get light, we went back to bed. I slept most of the morning away. Then we walked over to our polling place and voted. On the way back, I stopped in the garden store and bought a bunch of yellow and red tulips and put them in a white pitcher, in memory of my mother.

This is a terrible time for preventive measures against Covid-19. It's just starting to be spring, and everyone is dying to be out and about. It's a tough time to stay inside and hibernate some more, instead. And yet, I feel less and less inclined to go out and be in groups. It's hard to say if this is a sensible precaution, or my hermit's madness taking over. Maybe the two have meshed! A beautiful full moon is rising, as we move into the phase of Trill. That's funny because it's apparently going to snow again tomorrow. Hopefully not much.