I’ve caught up on my sleep, and now I’m playing catch up on the writing projects. I’m so far behind it’s hard to know where to begin. The important thing is to begin and see where it leads me. A path will emerge from the chaos–it always does.
Low 30s on the farm this morning, frost on the fields, colorful leaves falling from the trees like confetti.
T is here mowing, and blowing. He’s the hardest working man I’ve ever met.
I wrote until well after dark. As predicted a path has started to show itself. If I can just stay on it for the next couple of months I’ll find my way out of this tangled wilderness.