(pensive?)
Last week, we picked up grandma from the train station.
(love)
The cold, windy, rainy train station.
not happy no
It has rained for days.
(pretty much them, all the time)
Days, and days and days.
I only noticed on the days I went for firewood though because most of the days grandma was here, I didn’t feel, super.
There was lots of card playing, and coughing.
the hardest thing about being sick is the blogs…blogs of quilts, Christmas crafts, there everywhere, and I want to do them all, and yet I sit…tired, achy, not quite, ready, for anything other than bed.