The enemy’s plan was a physical nightmare. We are slogging through its shadow as it is halted and hijacked. That is still a psychological nightmare. There are no real breaks, just shifts in venue. A war for the mind goes with you, riding in your own head.
The Devil not only wears you down, but also sells you the poison pick me up. Bit of a shame that the worldly temptations to divert you are so tempting! There are days when Mr Fookitall comes to visit. Thankfully tends to be a short stay visitor.
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Yes, I started a quilt today, still in the planning stage, takes lots of thought on how I want it to look... not following a pattern, just what's in my head. Before this it was knitting scarves and hats, before that it was felt Christmas tree ornaments with bead work. Anything that gives us a break is good at times.
