Comfort

Yesterday I felt the cozy inner place of the cold dark days, when the days all feel like Saturday. Last night the howling wind kept me awake and worrying but it has finally stopped. This morning I awoke beating back the beast of panic and darkness. Then I remembered that my library is medicine.

I don't mind the cold. I do mind the wind and feeling trapped by it. In receive-mode I have to be able to step out for a walk, it is crucial to my sanity.

I prepped my bread dough and have a list of home chores. These acts are comforting.