Large flocks of Canada Geese are circling the field beyond the poplar trees. I have weird flu-like symptoms that came on to me as I was waking up at report yesterday. I stayed to slowly work through the morning care and meds, but those left behind could only think of their extra work load. No aplogizing can make up for not pitching in. But in a haze I went to bed and slept and slept.
Even now I will go back to bed and think I am well enough to cast on a sock or knit something simple, but it is a ruse.
I look at the sky and am taunted by the those with wings and song.