Quiet (Slow Recovery)

I made it in one piece to my parent's house, though it took far longer than it normally would.

Thankfully the roads were more sloppy than icy today, though I drove through nearly white-out conditions at times with the falling and blowing snow.

Then off to pick up George. (He's in one piece, and much more driveable with winter tires.)

Home.

Yoga and a hot shower.

Then dinner comprised of leftover pizza, and an evening of quiet.

There are candles lit, and I'm doing the little things that need to be done.

Sewing buttons.

Updating a budget.

Quiet things.

It's a slow recovery from the drain of the last week and the weekend.

And I am grateful for an evening that will allow quiet and a slow recovery.