TIGHTLY DRAWN

last day of year ten-
the boy readies his bow, shoots
straight into his new year-

I've been a little tightly wound lately. Pressures of work, children with colds, with strep and various other ailments, lost or misplaced things: none of it is all that bad, just a whole lot of small stresses piling up and up. Reminds me a bit of the famous torture death by a thousand cuts. The domestic version, of course.

However, there is lots of good stuff happening, too. H will turn 11 tomorrow, a good friend of mine just started a blog, and I am the October interview at Mother Rising. So, onwards and upwards!