Terrence, me, Albert
The kids and I have been sick for about a week- more now that I think about it clearly. It is starting to seem like that amorphous-January-time I love to forget. There has been alot of resting and knitting, though, which is always a pleasure, and if I remember to pay attention and slow down, there is also quite a bit of opportunity for connection. Maybe I will start looking forward to this down time. When phrased like that, it doesn't seem half bad. And of course, through all of this, time moves on. If I look outside into the backyard, I can now see the snowdrops blooming by the back fence. Here's to spring time in the Pacific Northwest.
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