8 March 2022

A 125-ml glass canning jar, 2/3 filled with cheerful yellow salve.

More wind. Nerves shot. Took a little brain holiday today and worked with my hands instead. Made magical healing potions for kids’ winter faces. Built most of a giant LEGO hotel. Made pastry. Washed many dishes. Tidied a corner of the dining room that had accumulated too much stuff. Wondered for the millionth time if I would have become a writer at all if people hadn’t told me I should. Asked myself for the millionth time what I should be when I grow up.