Lately, I have started to wonder if I have any more stories left in me.
Monday is change the bedding and laundry day. We have several "not fun" appointments this month. But, today is a free day. I am thinking that I might try to record my knitting podcast today. (Joey's Scarf) That requires a lot of planning though.
Scary thing happened to me the other day. I got a "ransom" note from a computer hacker. What was upsetting to me was that the hacker knew my password. Of course I ignored his demands and my computer didn't blow up. I wanted to report it, but didn't know where to send my complaint.
I changed my passwords all over the place. But wondered if the hacker knew my password, would changing my password prevent "hacker" from gaining all of my new ones?
I find I am more peaceful when I don't watch/listen/read "the news". But, then won't I be uninformed?
Will I have to rely on small talk about the weather or idle chatter at the next cocktail party?
By the way, I haven't been to a cocktail party in years, so I guess I don't have to worry about that.
I woke up this morning before daybreak. I turned over and heard Ross stir. He reached over to find my hand. Although at times he may not remember my name, I believe he feels soothed by my comforting touch, just as I do by his.

I finished knitting a sweater I have been working on for months. I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride that I had finished it. I am not happy with the fit. But, boy did it come out nice.

Ross and I completed a 750 piece jigsaw puzzle. Jigsaw puzzles are interesting. As soon as it was finished I took great pleasure in decomposing it. Oh, I took a pic first.
I don't want to do another jigsaw puzzle in forever!
These days, I have time to contemplate the clouds via the sunroom windows. Today the glimpses of blue give me the smallest glimmer of hope.
She felt bone weary. When she was a girl, her dear grandmother would say those words, and then sigh deeply. At the time it made her think of a bent over skeleton, gingerly walking with a cane. As she watched her grandmother bustle about getting dinner ready for her flock, her grandma hardly looked like her imagined skeleton.
She now wondered what had made her grandmother bone weary.
A story...perhaps?