Thursday, March 27, 2025. 19* Frosted
To ease the remaining ache, sleep called me back to bed, the bed where pain had reached through the quilts and blankets through the plaid flannel gown, through the tangled head in depths of sleep to tell me that a cramp strong as a late-stage labor pain had seized my leg.
Now settled in the living room with a biscuit, I knew the dogs would be quiet for a while. I knew I should stay up and write but the brain was foggy, the legs didn’t want to walk. I knew Zsolt's gentle random muffs would not let me get back to the depths of rest. I tried.
For a while I tried. Opened my eyes to watch the shadow of evergreens dancing on the blinds.
“For I will help the tired ones and
give strength to everyone who is weak.”
Jeremiah 31:25
Art: LJ Austin
