No ‘Net.

No Michelle’s Special hot cocoa.

I had to start moving all my yarn and knitting out of one of the kids’ bedrooms.  Okay, let that sink in a moment.  ALL. MY. YARN. and ALL. MY. PROJECTS of the last five years, the ziplocs growing steadily with the emptying nest (and perhaps a book or so might have played a part?)  There is new furniture going in that room being delivered Saturday and everything has to come out–and I can’t just toss it all in the other unused kid’s bedroom, because the same thing’s happening in there. Closets? (Have you SEEN my stash?!)

And Michelle is sick and wasn’t up to helping.

Then we got a message from another of our children and she is–well, let’s just say she’s sick, because she is, but she went for the drama. (No, we don’t know anybody like that.)

And I was thinking how very petty it was to be thinking, I’m not even getting my mug of Michelle’s Super Special Better Than Anything (except Coupa Cafe’s) Hot Cocoa nor even my emails nor online friends to escape to for a moment. I did knit. I knit a lot. While thinking, since it was going to be one of those days anyway, that you know, I really should put this down and work on that room more, tired or no tired, but if I’m going to be knitting anyway, I really should be working on such-and-such for so-and-so rather than insisting on finishing this.  I had to keep reminding myself to just *look* at the yarn in my hands: steadily, calmly, steadily, growing, becoming what it needs to be.

To let that be enough for this moment as I put my feet up.  Everything will be okay. And I knew that. (It’s not *that* dramatic.)

Well, obviously now, my ‘Net’s back up.  My sweet Michelle decided I needed the cheering-up of some of her world’s best soy- (but you can’t tell) -based intense hot cocoa, and nobody can make it like her, so she made me some after all. (I’d long since made my own, but hers is better.)  She’s such a sweetie.

Chocolate to the rescue.  Via the post office, too, when it opens tomorrow: closest thing to a hug and chicken soup I can send my vegetarian.