So.
Another year; let's hope it's a good one.
There is still snow on the ground from over a week ago; just enough to be pretty but not enough to be annoying. We may get a title dusting later today.
I am doing well, mentally and physically. I am not suffering from SAD, beyond sleeping more than normal. I mean, really, when it gets dark by 5:30, I am ready for bed. I'm not crying on the couch depressed, but it almost takes a fork lift to get me out of the house. Yet, I go, even if only a little bit. I credit my meds, which I think are spot on. Therapy is part of it, too.
The wound on my neck is healed, but there is still an angry looking red scar which I enjoy touching. My brain is less foggy and my memory has improved. I'm walking the dogs again. I feel good. I am even exploring a couple of teaching opportunities, in Columbia, and I plan to attend a meeting of the Weavers and Spinners Guild there this Tuesday. For me, that is really stepping out and to the edge.
Knitting? Why, yes I am. A pair of mostly plain socks save for the 'Strong Heel.' It's a pattern from Knitter's Fall 2003 by Gerdine Crawford-Strong. I am down to the ankles on both.
