Someone has been sick from Monday until now. I was the last to fall, and I fell the hardest. I don’t know if that’s personal constitution or consequence of motherhod. Either way, for days I’ve been confined to bed or couch, and today, my brain is awake enough to think.

It’s not as if there’s a good time to be sick, but our world closed down this weekend anyhow. It was the first big snow of the season, and from Friday until today, over a foot of powder dumped itself all over Evergreen. The temperatures were quite cold for October, and upstairs, above my head, he kept the fire going and the children entertained.

It will bother me that I have left these gaps in October—travel and illness reduced to summaries rather than a maintained pattern of daily entry. But. Isn’t that just life?