Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Bookshelf of Stories, Poems, and Art.

  Journal Thoughts: Sleepy Have you ever felt that foot dragging, drooping tiredness that makes you feel like a lead sinker? The kind fishermen attach to their lines? Down, down, down, you go, until you sink into a chair or bed. Bone tired.  Now, as I am getting older, I have started to experience various aches and pains. The nastiest of which, so far, is the foot pain. That stabbing pain you get when you stand up. When that happens, the last thing you want to do is walk. You are getting old and tired, and a hot bath, a nice cup of tea, and a cozy hot water bottle sound delicious. Can I describe a little scene on my shelf to you? Two little crochet owls sit there. (They are pictured above.) Let's call them Harold and Harriet. They are cute. And they are very comfortable resting against my plant. The two of them doze all day and are not bothered by anyone or anything. Neither giggles or tears move them. They are having their nap. Are we perhaps not sometimes like my little owls...