I feel...odd. Perhaps I'm getting sick. I can't sit still. Can't focus, can't work, can't think, can't can't can't can't can't can't can't can't UGH.

Well, hoping that I'd be returned home by the time my 38th birthday hit proved to be futile. Here is my birtday, and here I sit. I had so much to do today, and I did none of it. I sat with Victoria, drank some tea and stayed in my pajamas with a sketch pad. I'm not much of an artist, but it's the only way. Photography would have been so useful back ( Read more... )

It has just occurred to me that my birthday is fast approaching. It's hard to believe I shall be spending another birthday here. It's almost too much to believe. Perhaps I was overly optimistic, but I had thought that we'd be home by this point.

Now I don't know what to think.

Well, it appears all has been restored. I am grateful to be able to wear my own clothes again. I'm also grateful that this interruption did not involve pain or death for anyone involved. There's enough pain in this world without intervention from elsewhere.

[Filter: Patroclus]

I need to speak to you. I'm afraid I am in a bit of a bind.

Oh.

Things had been so nice these past few days. I was able to get lots of sewing done. Sort of.

I think I have run out of Tums. That will not do.

I hate this place.

With the temperature starting to rise, the boys are showing signs of cabin fever. Of course now would be the time that we cannot get them outside to run and play off all their excess energy. I've set them loose in the kitchen. They are attempting to bake something. We'll see how it turns out. It is rather doubtful their efforts will be edible, but ( Read more... )

It feels like things have been awfully quiet around here lately. It unsettles me ( Read more... )

I've decided to take up knitting. Knitting seems like an easy way to increase the number of warm clothing a person owns, and it's versatile. You can knit socks, scarves, gloves, hats and sweaters. I've even decided to try knitting Victoria a sweater. She does not have much fur, and I'm afraid she isn't fond of the cold. I can add this to my resume ( Read more... )

Well, Echo. I suppose we should have some sort of talk.