The paths through the woods are muddy. It was really slow going in places, and I just don't have it in me to go back and retrace the last half of the travels, after I'd unknotted the scarf, to see where it fell off. Alas, and woe. Perhaps I'll find a similar white scarf with fringe to replace it with. Then Lorrel and I will both be wearing replacements.
It was good to get outside, despite how it seems to've taken it outta me. First day in a few that I've carried my phone more than 3000 steps, it tells me. And the dog is happily snoring away, still, over an hour after we got home.
We visited a gnarled tree I like. Here's me in a kishenehn-like moment, showing you a Prisma-fied version of it:
I didn't like losing that day, in my head, and how it played out in my head.
I do like my kitty purring on my lap/belly, rubbing his face on the edge of the laptop. He's warm. Warm is nice.