Romancing the Ordinary

My stepmother gave me Sarah Ban Breathnach's book Romancing the Ordinary last Christmas, but I didn't pick it up until this summer and start reading it. (I suddenly feel like I've said all of this before.)

At any rate, this is the first chapter in September. Not everything is applicable. But I was thankful to read it last night in a room that suddenly seemed too big:

( The Season of Relinquishment )

4:18p.m. I made it this far. Surely I can make it to the end.

I'm really restless at work today. I can't find the drive to do anything. I want to be at home, under my comforter, watching the rain. I could use a mental health day. Or month. Or -- hell -- why not a year?

Restless Me = Half-empty posts. This is why I pulled out my knitting bag yesterday and resumed work on a long scarf with pockets for myself. If my hands can't use the phone, they can knit and they can type on LJ.