Today was my day for ordering postcard prints of some photos I've taken this month. Truth be told, it hasn't been a month of much picture-taking, and it was a bit of a bummer to realize how few photos I've taken in recent weeks--a sign of how busy I've been. But then this afternoon I took this picture of an iris in our yard, adding one more picture to the modest set to be printed.
The electricity had gone out in the night and was still out when we woke up, so we pulled on some clothes and got coffee and breakfast at a drive-through.
I cancelled my classes. I end up second-guessing and third-guessing myself when I do this: should I have "toughed it out" and gone in? Today it was the right decision not to go. I was in no place to think clearly, and I needed to keep the warm fluids and warm air around me consistently to get better.
A double-whammy of a virus and an arthritis flare-up had me hurt and sad by the end of the work-day. So I curled up in bed for the evening with some soup, pain-killers, the cats, Chris, and a movie.
We found ourselves with a half an hour between the end of dinner and the start of a faculty meeting, so we went for a little walk. Chris showed me a bluebird which, he says, often perches on the same tree.
I'm sitting in our screened-in porch. Tilde is curled in the cat-bed on my left. A storm is coming on: the trees are roiling outside, but--for now--we just hear the sounds and feel a slight breeze blowing through. And I realize how metaphorical this area is.