FOUR OF SWORDS
I feel like I’ve been draped in white tissue paper for two weeks as I wrap and wrap and wrap to pack small things endlessly. Like this figure I feel I’m at a standstill, with so much left to do but desperately needing a break.
I still need a canvas carrying bag for my plastic tote with all my fountain pen inks. I saw one that was for tools that was wide enough, but it means yet another trip. However, I need a kitty litter box as well so we need to go to the big town for that anyway.
I am not a shopper. I want to go back to bed and snuggle under the covers and not think about details and lists and packing and shopping.