The bread is baking, the bagels are boiling, the pickles and cheese and Apple-chi are being lined up on the counter. Invoices are printed, labels and stamps are applied. The cooler fills with fresh eggs.
The snow is heavy on the trees (and the car, and the steps, in the drive) but the roads are clear. The delivery route is determined. The delivery will be commuted with ‘No Such Thing as a Fish’ podcasts, likely music from The O’My’s, and smiling eyes.
Meanwhile, back at the homestead, I will be putting a hot compress on my infected eardrum/post-shingle-marred and numb/itchy face (some healing arrives, some new problems with it) and try and attend a small business planning meeting. The child will likely stay home today and tend to the chickens and play Legos Star Wars (yes, it is true; it is a new allowance for this Winter though soon ‘screen-free’ March will be upon us) while tending to my sick needs, she’s a caring peach. As soon as I am up to it, I need to pack up the studio for renovation (I’m hoping just a couple more days; I’ve been bedridden now almost a full 2 weeks and its driving me insane; I can’t really focus enough to read though I have caught up on my Jane Austen movies/series and was swept up in the documentary The Gardener).
Take it slow, take it easy – that’s what I tell myself, and what I will tell you. My Brezsnyscope tells me things will arrive as they will. I’m practicing my patience.