Last night it snowed a wee bit. Chris cooked and marvelled. He's never seen snow before, or people like us either I suppose. Today I took fruit past the door step, into the bedroom and into sickly mouths. Last night, laid in my hard uncomforting bed, exhausted, I realised that moving sensation feeling which I've for felt months before but have never quite grasped and I put my finger right on it. I felt relieved to achieve it but disappointed at what it actually was. Moving on, keeping busy, nursing? Not reading. So tierd I couldn't spell tired. All the answers to the awful past but hopefully passed exam popped up when I was in bed last night.