I'm home alone the rest of the week. I'd planned idleness and eating fancy food. Now, once again, the muscles in my right hip are crushing a nerve, so I can't even walk properly. Idleness isn't that sweet when it's involuntary. And I managed to cook a lousy dinner. Luckily I had some things done today before my leg started hurting: I rearranged furniture, bought curtains for our bedroom, hanged them, knitted a mitten (the other one's still missing), did some laundry (which is sometimes quite an achievement for me), and decided taking photos of my new books, mittens and brooches can wait until tomorrow.
The lack of daylight limits my photography hours more and more. Hence I'll have to settle for a I-wish-the-winter-doesn't-come-soon -picture from a forest excursion earlier this fall.
