My loss of energy is a big problem all of a sudden. I am exhausted so easily. Just trying to get through a blog entry is a test of my endurance. I have many entries started then abandoned due to interuptive naps, taking medications, cough assist breaks, or those pesky meal times. I also suffer technical difficulties, such as when I write out a paragraph then "eye gaze" cancel instead of insert text.
Orange, gold, rust, burnt sienna, ochre, raw umber; the riot of fall colors, in the trees and at our booted feet; a drive in the countryside; the taste of hot apple cider on my lips; the satisfaction of a truckload of firewood we gathered and cut ourselves; elk herds on the move; hearty stews, savory soup, crusty whole-grain bread, pumpkin and gingerbread spice lattes; these are the memories I tap into the most this time of year. Cabela's fliers in the mailbox; Carhart's camo-clad hunters swarm outlying areas; mushroom garthering; huckleberry picking; logger burgers; forest service roads; cheese sandwiches on the woodstove; warm quilts, cool sheets, and flannel nightgowns; cold butt, warm heart. Immensely grateful to have the well of memories to draw upon.
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