Being iced in means time for
introducing myself to new things.
Time for reacquainting myself with old things.
I baked bread tonight.
I searched through fabric scraps
and drew a few pattern lines
on some organic cotton knit.
I worked on a few custom pieces.
I have tights on.
Tights and over-the-knee-socks
and leg warmers and boots.
And a black dress.
I have this on my lips,
a studio staple (soldering leaves my lips dry)
that I especially love in the winter.
I exchanged words with people I love today.
I watched snow fall.
I discovered where the (second) junction box is located
after blowing fuses in the bedroom while setting up a
I drank hot tea.
It was a day for and of me.
A bit of learning. A bit of remembering.
A bit wonderful, a bit wistful.
Tomorrow, the sun and the thaw.
I'll see some family.
I'll finish some things.
And this is how it goes...
One day at a time.