Now

It’s dreary, but in a lovely sort of way. A pot of chicken curry is standing at the ready—supper will be yummy. There will be rhubarb-red raspberry pie, too.

A fire is blazing merrily. The children are resting.

I am contemplating what to write for our next writers’ gathering. I’ve almost completed my very first knitted scarf. And I have only a couple more chapters left to read in my mom’s book.

Tomorrow I’ll drive my little boy to the hospital for his surgery. It’s no big deal, really. Still, I feel a little knot in the pit of my stomach.

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