Outside my window… Fog. Real fog, not dirty air smog prettied up by calling it “fog” or “haze.” One of the things I love about living here is that there’s no dirty air EVER.
I am thinking… about how much I enjoyed Wednesday’s trip into Pensacola to visit a friend in the hospital. I got to spend the day with both daughters and both granddaughters. It was just what I needed.
I am thankful for… the way God always knows exactly what I need and somehow manages to make sure I get it. My heart was so heavy earlier this week. My usual February funk. It used to begin in November when all the ugliness began so many years ago. Since leaving Utah, I’ve been able to skip the winter depression for the most part, but the two worst days of my life happened in February, and this month still gets me. No amount of prayer seemed to be helping … until Wednesday when God gave me a day that helped lift my spirits.
From the kitchen… Nothing yet.
I am wearing… Pajamas.
I am creating… a new mystery, a new afghan.
I am going… to sit by the beach for a while today and see if it sparks my creativity. I desperately want writing to be fun again.
I am reading… a book for the RITA contest. Can’t name names 🙂
I am hoping… for a good day’s work today.
I am hearing… Birds. I’m not sure what kind. I’m still not familiar with everything that lives around here, but their song is beautiful today.
Around the house… It’s quiet except for the sound of my daughter’s TV in the other room.
One of my favorite things… the sound of my daughters and granddaughters singing.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Work. I really need to get this book under control! Watching the grandgirls for an hour or two this evening. Working by the beach. Walking the dog in this beautiful, warm weather. Soaking up a little sunshine.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing…