Friday, November 26, 2021


The furnace murmurs on under the house. All three cats are on the bed, their ongoing war silenced. The house smells like Bell Seasoning and dark, greasy gravy with the promise of cold turkey sandwiches. 

My people near and far enjoying the blessings of comfort, 'enough', and safety.

Today a headache and sore throat keep me in bed with the cats. A fever reminds me that my body knows what to do.  What I used to tell the babies. "Close eyes. Sleep now." 


Nancy said...

Oh no. Feel better soon Deb! Love seeing Charlie :)

Liz A said...

may you rest and soon be well

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

yes. sleep now. dream.