eightyone

A million things to do, but I can barely make one at a time. Curiously sluggish mood. There are still berries to pick (more than ten liters on this bush), packing to be done and work to think about.

seventythree

A lot can be said about my crazy feet. I don't want to talk about them.

I walk around on wobbly, knobbly feet. Today is especially like that.

sixtyseven

I put on my new necklace. An old print-type-thingy with the letter T. I love it.

A very at home day being worried about the has-to-dos, that don't need to be done right now. It's difficult to relax, but I am trying.

sixtythree

Today sweat and fatigue is over shadowed by the love of yarn. Photo of reflection in yarn cabinet door.

Slowly going back to normal.

(I'm realising you keep getting the same faceshots over and over. I will start managing my fear of my bulging silhouette and my misshapen feet eventually. Still working on feeling cute up here.)

thirtythree

All work and no play makes Lisa... bored and restless.