Cocooning—such a nice concept. One that I haven't done enough of lately, but health has forced me to. My stomach troubles lingered and I have done a lot of sleeping, a lot of couch time, and a lot of movie watching. This evening I watched the movie Zelary. I always turn to the foreign films when D. is away. He would have teased me mercilessly about this one, anyway—city girl working for the Czech resistance during WWII must flee to a primitve mountain village and marry a gentle peasant for safekeeping. Lots of rustic interior hut scenes; hungry people eating bread and split peas, warming themselves by the wood-burning oven.
D. would walk by and say things like : “Oh, that’s right up your alley, isn’t it? You hit the jackpot with that one.”
But those are my people!
And I look around my own hut tonight, in poor shape after illness, too many books and papers everywhere, dishes unwashed, clutter on the counter. I wish all I had was a mountain cottage and a jug, a kettle, a few cups, plates and a bread basket.
I will have to tackle it all tomorrow—and then, I’m really going to have to bust out of the cocoon and scour the antique stores for that cabinet I need. I have to keep up with the tradition of purchasing something major every time D. goes to Daytona.
10:30:13 PM 
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