Sunday, March 7, 2010
Outside it is raining. Inside, my feet are cold, a movie is playing, knitting is tossed aside, and The Pleasures of Cooking For One is open to a page that makes me happy.
I'm still on this away job... this project that demands so much, including requiring me to board myself and Millie in a motel. It segregates me from real life. Sometimes I welcome that; right now it's tiresome. I chide myself for complaining. So many would be so grateful for this work.
But I'm ready for roots again.
I sense myself skimming through this slow part, eager for scenes in the next chapter.
Time, as it's always faithful to do, will tell....