Bliss

[eleneariel]

Sunday: three hours in the kitchen, five sinks of dishes, one beautiful meal for a beautiful friend. Lovely compliments, including an always-rare one from my daddy, but I'm not bragging on myself, you know, that's what the strikethrough means. Very handy, strikethroughs.

Three books finished, two letters written, one rainy afternoon.

An hour walking in misty dusk. Three deer. 

One sleepy cat. 

One loving God.

One joyful me.

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[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Me too! The mother snorted at us -- the babies seemed entirely unconcerned. :)