Today is a wearying day. Even now I'm in bed, the girls are making a chocolate cake, and youngest son is amusing himself. I can feel a migraine coming on, so will take some medicine and rest.
A few things have precipated this mood. My spiritually wandering son came by for a visit on Monday, and after we got over our jitters, had a good visit. He seemed close to tears when he left, not for anything that was said, but I got the impression he had a moment of regret for what he's doing. A passing glimmer, but a glimmer nonetheless.
And at my mom's yesterday, it looked like the right side of her face was swollen, no tooth issues, but she said she slept on her hand. Called her just now, and it's still swollen. This bothers me a great deal, especially with her having a stroke history now.
Oh me.
Bed is definitely the place for me. Must rest. I can hear the chickens clucking outside my bedroom window and that's a comfort. They're all full from eating a plate of spaghetti. A visual to leave you with. :)
