My dreams were weird last night and this morning and so I've woken up to a knotted stomach, dream-driven anxiety. I hate that.
But. Time to work it out.
In the garden.
It's another beautiful day and I am thankful that Trump seems to be flailing and failing although I'm still scared shitless and I'm grateful that the sweet potato biscuits I made this morning were decent and I'm grateful that there are books to be downloaded from the library for free and I'm grateful I'm not religious and have the fear of GOD to worry about along with everything else I worry about (although wouldn't it be lovely to just be able to hand everything over to that god and have such faith that he would take care of everything, no problem, all will be well if not in this life, then surely the next?) and I'm grateful that the frighteningly powerful hurricane Matthew is not headed this way but I sure am worried about Haiti and Jamaica and Cuba.
As Mr. Moon and I agreed- if it were headed this way, we'd be scooting off to some place safer but what can you do when you live on a small island or an island where you have no transportation to escape the path of destruction?
I just watched little Miss Dearie fly OVER the wisteria arbor to land under the bird feeder.
I better get busy.