I began writing again today. In the back of my mind is the idea that my physical ailments are because I have gone for so long without writing, which seems melodramatic, but I have been trying medications and poultices and acupuncture and herbal Eastern soups from pouches and a little electric machine that sends pulses through sticky pads, which my mother mailed to me from Taiwan, so why not try to write a new novel, or an essay about love and food, or more updates here. At least it makes me feel useful in the old, familiar way. So I will have to commit myself to learning how to use this dictation software in earnest, probably this weekend, as I still find myself having to correct every sentence, and I don't even know how to get it to recognize my name.
The red gorgeousness in the above picture, by the way, is a shawl I purchased from Tuhkimo Shawls on Etsy, which I highly recommend. I have been wearing it everywhere, and it honestly brings me a feeling of deep comfort. How amazing, to be able to make things like that.