I feel particularly grumpy today. If you couldn't count, you would be grumpy, too.
It is beautifully cold and spring-like here, in this small valley, this morning. The man I love, who loves me, is recovering from a hernia operation. And I think deep and disturbing thoughts this morning. It's a good thing, that the first thing to do in the day, is walk Max, the dog.
I have left off my regular routine while tending the man I love, for the past several weeks. Some days I feel the need to write, other days pass by in a whirl.
The Christmas tree is still up, and can be viewed at my 50th birthday party.