Today

Nov. 18, Feast of St. Rose Philippine Duchesne, a French nun of the Order of the Sacred Heart who became a missionary to the Potawatomi in America at the age of 71.  Her convent was a wigwam, and the Indians called her "the woman who always prays."  She is patroness against the opposition of Church authorities.

Today, I am. . .

Feeling . . . better.  Almost energetic.  Saturday I woke up feeling OK for the first time in nine days.  Also, agitated at the unfailing humidity. 

Seeing . . . all of the ridiculously cute and affordable clothing I stockpiled for the Squirt for the winter.  They're size 3, so they'll last through next year!  Poor child has looked like a ragamuffin for the past year or so, what with hand-me-downs and the distinctive lack of attractive and fashionable toddler boy clothes for reasonable prices.  I got him three sweaters, a cardigan, a polo, a long-sleeved polo, and four pairs of non-jean pants!  All right! 

Next time, maybe I'll even buy something for me! 

Smelling . . . the Squirt's lavender bedtime body wash.  Soothing. 

Tasting . . . rosemary and thyme, sauteed with mushrooms, onions, and garlic in olive oil for our dinner. 

Listening . . . to the tumble and click of the sheets in the dryer.  Monday is my day to clean the bedroom, and that means wash day! 

Grateful . . . to have good spells in-between my poor health.  And for the poor health, too, so that I can offer it for souls. 

Reading . . . Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card.  I have a theory that if I agreed to read Twilight or another favorite of Jenna's, I'd actually read Harry Potter for once!  When you've made a commitment to do something, why is everything else so tempting? 

Loving . . . the latest updates to Picmonkey. 

Hoping . . . for a secret hope.  <3

See more sensory notes at Masha's.