Frozen

[vaneramos]

But I'm not. Everything changes. Where did this energy come from? It draws me from room to room with broom or vacuum cleaner in hand, putting away books, rearranging furniture, measuring ingredients into the bread machine. Apparently it pleases me to do housework when there's some hope of achieving what I want. The deluge washed away so much clutter, the refuse of misery.

I stopped myself long enough to drop by The Cornerstone with the laptop. They don't have wireless, but I wrote a poem about a favourite theme: furniture and continental drift.

I just took that delicious wheat-free apple crisp out of the oven to take to Sylvie and Sarah's for a Chinese New Year celebration.