Pretty ol' night out tonight. As I was driving home, night was just falling over the Valley. Up Harrisonburg way, an inch or so of snow gave everything that soft white glow as the moon came out. Down in Staunton, the hills were dark, but I could see bonfires still burning that I'd watched a farmer light this morning. They were so beautiful, distant red hot hearts in a sea of blue-black, that I wanted to stop and take a picture, but I am taking very good care of myself and that does not include stopping in the cold on the side of the road to take pictures.
I've been sick all week--worse sick than I've been in a long while. I can tell I'm feeling better because tonight is the first night I haven't felt physically unable to move. Still, I'm being well behaved and nice. In a little bit, I'll fix some cinnamon rose tea and fall asleep.
With Mercury Retrograde, I was thinking about the past. Or maybe it was actually just driving home and listening to a lot of Sister Hazel like a teenage version of me.
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