This week I find myself struggling a bit in all directions. It is cold and dreary outside- I wish it would decide whether or not to snow. Things feel a bit hectic and it is making me feel a bit out of sorts, and remembering the days of nothingness in the middle of summer. Remember those? When we would just play outside all day long, and eat peaches? sigh. I love winter coziness, but I don't like the full schedules.
So yesterday I combatted the blues with some homemade loaves of cinnamon swirl bread, recipe courtesy my friend Heather. It turned out perfectly, tasted delicious, and even better- made the house smell heavenly.
Maybe today will be the turning point for the week, because I made some beef stew on Sunday to serve for dinner tonight with buttered egg noodles. There's not much better than knowing dinner is already taken care of for the night. And I think after I take Zoe to school I may come home and do some sewing. Or stop at the thrift store for a few books to read. Maybe I just need to stop for a while. Stop planning and scheduling. Stop anticipating. Just sink into this cold and dark. Wrap up in a blanket with some tea and read for a while.
Yes, I think that may just be what I need.
