One week out of the hospital and I am still feeling a bit ghostly. It is a quiet day, my first one all alone since I became ill. I am enjoying the solitude and the delicious silence, though I really appreciate my family and friends' care. My friend Susan is bringing us dinner tonight. She is a marvelous cook. Hopefully my unhappy innards will allow me a nibble.
I am working on some pendant art today between naps. My participation in the Feb. trunk show is very iffy right now. Perhaps I can send my things if I am unable to be present.
It is a cold, but glorious day with an amazing blue sky. I am content to be snug inside and grateful for each tiny step toward recovery.