Food, movement, rest, weird dreams

 Yesterday was uneventful, thankfully, aside from resting and dozing on and off, and still sleeping all night. 

Weird dreams, about teaching some class about food and writing,  and protesting I wasn't well enough and being overridden by eager students. 

And writing a book or maybe it was a stitched piece, it kept changing, and hand delivering it, crawling up a frozen muddy driveway too steep to drive up. To what in the dream seemed to be a pet care client's house.

This part was so vivid that it took me a while after I woke to realize it was not a client in rl, but one I'd dreamed of many times.  I have recurring imaginary locations in dreams, based on actual ones I've been to. Also interesting houses with extra rooms I keep finding, that's always fun.

I'm probably expressing an urge to get back to weaving and knitting and spinning and generally making, but the neck is not up for it. So Haggard Hawks puzzles have been good. And it occurs to me that this might be a time to revisit my Arabic. I've been thinking about it a while.

Yesterday I   revisited food, cautiously, small chicken sandwich, small bowl of spaghetti without cheese and extra red peppers. So far so good.

Breakfast today, yogurt and tea, the big time.

I even made it to the mailbox, a round trip of about 100 yards, yay me

It's across the street from the white car, my front porch in the foreground. Retrieved a bill, oh joy.

About puzzles, here's a pretty easy one, or not, all depending on how you roll

Clever clues please, remembering I'm slow on the uptake at the moment.

Happy day everyone, storms yesterday took care of my plant watering, and someone disturbed one of my seedling pots. No qtips in that one. So I've put some now. 

 Let's attend to our seedlings whatever form they take!