At first glance as the page opens, it’s a rusted-out skeleton of a very old car with its license plate falling off out of sheer age and neglect. Then you look a little closer… Czech it out! If it were another nationality, we could call it an American I-doily singing in the rain.
Spent some time knitting, coming up with a whole cool new lace idea, putting the project at hand aside to go swatch and go write, not finished tweaking, glad I could do a bit more now. Getting there. Mostly. Since March 15th I’ve lost seven pounds I really didn’t need to lose, but this morning it had stabilized.
Just please keep that Crohn’s away from me. If tonight is like last night in reaction to eating a good dinner, (look, Ma! no Zofran!), I’m calling my GI.
The Cooper’s hawk swooped in and landed behind me in the late afternoon during a brief break in the rain, the misted sunlight intensifying the colors in her feathers. Gorgeous. We regarded each other a few minutes. I think things are going to be okay.
(Ed. to add Friday evening: last night was a far better night than Wednesday night. Thank heavens.)