the after-effects of the hurricane and what that means for the city and surrounding communities. Things like this have a way of slapping you with a heavy dose of perspective.
With unexpected extra time on my hands due to schools remaining closed, I'm finding comfort in over-sized knit socks, french-pressed coffee, and the quiet hissing of the radiator coming to life--small luxuries I'm inclined to take for granted.
I baked a loaf of bread yesterday. I was anxious and needing to stimulate my hands. I've never fully understood the concept of no-knead recipes. Kneading is the most satisfying component of bread-making for me. While thoughts race through my mind, my fingers and palms rhythmically press, tuck, mold, and stretch until the mental load diminishes, even if only minimally.
Wishing you warmth and well-being, today and always.