This old house is about as sparkling as it can get right now
and its inhabitants are patiently awaiting the visitors we are about to welcome aboard
He's just resting up so that he's awake for after-dinner tea, trust.
There is something so lovely and fresh about those hours before company comes:
everything is ready and the future memories tremble impatiently for their chance to be
Today I went to the grocery store and got the ingredients for a hearty free-range steer stew -
I think I must be in need of iron, as beef is normally what's not for dinner around here.
I find my energy levels returning
and my stomach still rebelling just as it's done for months now-
I'll take what I can get!
There is something far more 'normal' to me about feeling queasy while having the inner resources to continue moving and doing
as opposed to the first-trimester deep fatigue that
mostly just reduced me to a teary, sleepy mess as I struggled to eat.
Now I reserve my tears for pet-adoption videos
volunteer opportunity commercials,
poignant Star Trek plots
and The Millenium Trilogy -
Lisbeth Salander commands a rather surprising chunk of my heart right now...
what a breathtaking character.
It will be nice to have some non-media-related emotions
around here during daylight hours
for this woman with two heartbeats.