it is a stormy day and I'm moving slow. I did some hugging and kissing and I meditated and I gave the dog the shortest walk ever - down to the store before they closed up and went home. I looked at writing - both sojourners and earth bound but didn't really do anything. don't feel so good - hope it is just recovering from too much rich food. Ron is making a mild curry dinner and the wood stove is going and candles are ready for we are sure to lose power some time. It has snowed and sleeted and rained frozen drops and now the clothes line is heavy with ice. Just a matter of time. We'll be fine though, warm and snugged in. I just want to read Wolf Hall - I'm in the last third but it is over 700 pages long so that is still quite a bit. We are listening to 'don't smoke in bed' sung by Nina Simone. How brilliant is she?! She just forgot the words but no one cares - they love her. I love her too.