I'm exhausted. When the seasons change, my body seems to go into shock, and it begins to parade all of its tics, one at a time. Stomach problems. Migraines. Depression. Fibromyalgia. Arthritic stuff. Exhaustion.
This year, depression and exhaustion are the main events. Depression has been my lot since childhood - everlasting, a product of wiring, chemistry, and temperment. From it flows much of the rest, plus uncomfortable, jittery swings the other way. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but how can one be complacent about something that has muffled so much of life?
So I need to take a breath and contemplate the good stuff.
(Last night, I dragged out some leftover Moda Dea sock yarn and a set of DPNs, cast on 60 stitches, managed to back them onto 4 needles, and knitted 5 rounds. It's awkward and clumsy, but it's do-able. I see that now. I shall practice until The Mannings send me a sock pattern that I read about on Bridget's blog, and then I'll get busy.)
dark green velvet
(Recently, Stephanie mentioned the Amber Room to me. I've always been fascinated by amber, especially if it has inclusions - an insect's wing, say, or even an air bubble. Now I'm becoming a little obsessed.)
(Diane Ackerman once wrote a little piece in Oprah's magazine, and she mentioned her love of cute socks. Until I read that, I didn't feel comfortable about broadcasting that particular love. Now I do. Literally, I do not own a pair of socks that does not have animals, vegetables, flowers, people, stripes, cartoon characters, or other patterns. I even have a pair of Hello Kitty socks! Life is too short for dull socks.)
And if life is too short for dull socks, there's hope.