My hair is a rats next of tangles from that wicked wind.
I’m am so wrung out and weary I’m leaning against the wall as I stand and type.
Will take more Tylenol next, find something hot and filling for supper, and look forward to the soothing water of a hot bath later tonight.
Sometime after the dog is walked for the last time and both boys are tucked into their beds.
Hopefully within the next three hours.
A sustaining emotion.
The ultimate Soul Food.
April 6, 2013