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Jun. 19th, 2003 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamomThis week we were treated to a break in the rain for a few days. The hot sunshine gave our drunk garden a much-needed boost, and the trees behind me have finally burst into their full green bloom. Now I can't quite make out the lake from my 2nd-floor study window because the leaves are so thick. That's okay though, because this time last week it was looking like March out there.
I'm staying home from work today because Z is really sick and grumpy. Slight fever, wracking cough, and a very runny nose. Only 13 months old, she has trouble expressing herself clearly; all she can tell me is that she feels rotten, and this she does through a frequent mid-range whine. She finally went back to sleep a little while ago, and after a brief meditation I sat down here to plug back into the web.
Being here, and writing here, is a meditation for me. Scanning my friends pages and catching up with people is my reconnection with the world. I live in the world, yes, and interact with people in real life, yes, but the people in this group here are more closely related to me than the regular folks I encounter most of the time. Precious times with my family come in the morning and in the evening, but during the day, I sustain myself through this place.
Breathing in, breathing out.
I'm staying home from work today because Z is really sick and grumpy. Slight fever, wracking cough, and a very runny nose. Only 13 months old, she has trouble expressing herself clearly; all she can tell me is that she feels rotten, and this she does through a frequent mid-range whine. She finally went back to sleep a little while ago, and after a brief meditation I sat down here to plug back into the web.
Being here, and writing here, is a meditation for me. Scanning my friends pages and catching up with people is my reconnection with the world. I live in the world, yes, and interact with people in real life, yes, but the people in this group here are more closely related to me than the regular folks I encounter most of the time. Precious times with my family come in the morning and in the evening, but during the day, I sustain myself through this place.
Breathing in, breathing out.
