FieldMouse of Sleet

Another rather tiring day. I was awake too much in the middle of the night, and so was the Sparrowhawk, though not concurrently. I got up for awhile, went back to bed, still couldn't sleep, finally did, and then didn't wake up until Queenie called me at our usual time for talking. I was not at my most coherent, and it was an emotional conversation. There's a lot of distress going around. Things from the past churning ominously in the deep. Then we had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, also a lively discussion, though not distressing. Then I supposedly did some work for a couple of hours, but it didn't amount to much. I was expressing some despair at my inert condition to the Sparrowhawk, and he valiantly volunteered to cook dinner so I could go for a walk.

The temperature rose above freezing, and there are bare patches on the ground, oddly combined with snowbanks and massive snow sculptures at the ends of driveways where plows left their scrapings. Because warm air was drifting over snow and ice, a dense fog arose, and dripping trees rose shadow-like out of the mist. The creek was rushing with a dark, powerful voice. I really appreciated being able to go OUT for a change! I also appreciated another steak dinner from the Sparrowhawk. I'm so glad he is able to move around the kitchen now, though I don't advise him to do too much. Looking forward to a better day. . . .