Good words, good thoughts, good efforts ... none of it has been working to get me to do the right things consistently. I think I'm just supposed to live through this time. And keep trying to do the right things. Some days I'll succeed. Some days I won't.

Two things left to be done in house, then it will be safe and functional to move in, if not yet finished with remodeling.

To myself, I look tired and care-worn. I read of bike rides and ukulele music, and my heart soars. I need to live in that place of hope and desire, so I have things to look forward to. Just keep breathing. This portion of my difficult winter will pass!

Picture at work today, little angel my middle sister created is sitting in lower right corner. Sweet mixed media art.

Shalom, y'all.