The sad-making and the happy-making:

I finally wrote that changeling post: Changelings: When parents fear the child they did not expect. I ended up not using the story of the boy I knew who died, because my memories are vague enough that it's entering into the legend territory that I'm criticizing.

But it's still a subject that brings me down...

In happier news: I have half a peck of fresh, local, tree-ripened peaches on my kitchen counter (minus two peaches, 'cause I couldn't resist, and one just wasn't enough)

I also have my daily art still to do. I think I will try something silly and jolly. -- maybe just spirals and stars. I don't know, yet. I'll find out when I start.

Also, my cat is calling me to come pet her, please. So I will go do that. Yes.

Later!