Winter Notes- Tuesday November 14th. Furnace is running...I have checked breakfast off the to do list.

 Susan Stover.  

So much like things I draw in my journal.  Things I think about making.  It's like the cosmos made into a board game.  Or more likely these days made into a computer game.

The Garbage Truck just picked up the huge container of recycling......the box in the dining room is now empty and we can cut and fold it.....I will be putting out boxes and paper next week... setting myself small goals.

I might make an appointment to get my hair cut....or I might not....I was considering letting it grow just long enough to be gathered together at the back or top of my head. Out of the way.  A friend said it looked better longer than it ever did so short and close to my head.....truth.

I left the garage door open all night.  Accidentally... No wonder it was so cold in here yesterday. Son reminded me.  I have a list of stuff I am supposed to be doing..... I am at that point in the grieving process of wanting to just sleep. But I am not a good sleeper.....so that isn't what I can actually do for myself...

The furnace seems so loud this morning.  In here.  In other rooms you hardly hear it.

Well, I am going to find something to do......and do it. And then find another thing to do.....on an on. Thank you for the emails and all, dear friends....and to Bev who is going thru the same things I am going thru.....I gave shaving my head 5 minutes of thought, Bev.....laughing --which was so odd I had to remind myself laughing was okay........laughing is okay.