”I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter.
~ Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Gerry tells me when he returns to the bedroom with mugs of coffee: “I can see stars outside; that means the arctic front has moved in.”
I’m not sure if that’s good or not. I think it means an end to the heavy snowfall we experienced yesterday so that’s good given that I have to go out today—to the church, and to run some errands afterward.
My husband has contracted a cold. That is not good. Essential oils, and the cough syrup I made with peppermint from the garden, are flowing lavishly. Meanwhile, hikes are cancelled and quilts and books are fully employed. Not entirely a bad thing for these last darkest days of December.
The gifts are non-traditionally wrapped and under the non-traditional tree. The vision I had for simple happy Christmas decor, complete. Plans for next week are starting to come together. Simple. Sweet.
More randomness. That’s all I’ve got right now.
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I read an article that starts out saying that someone “confessed that he is an introvert affected by brokenness” and I bristle. We are all broken, that’s just a fact; but the thought that introversion is something to be confessed bugs me. This morning this introvert-to-the-core is thinking about this (https://www.ligonier.org/learn/articles/appetizer-feast/).