Snowed in a crusty concoction of snow and sleet and ice with a huge pot of cushion squash soup that is delicious only more than enough for me and a score. Enjoyed a hike up to the blue house to play with DD and sew a bit on Mindy's solstice project while Baba cleared the road. Back here with Mr. Lee I am all warm still with the rum spiked tea and doll play. Lucky me. Truly lucky me.
In the mornings I am doing a little dance; well, to be honest, whenever I think of Diane. A silly serious healing shimmy. Must be some Goddess direction I may dance into, hoping for that.
I fear I have put my tree up way too soon, it is drying and shedding. Just 9 more days, i say as i sweep underneath.
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