Fogged In
Late Good Friday afternoon found me in the attic trying to match some of our stained glass windows to the attic windows. It is a large and spacious area and has a wonderful feeling. The attic has the peacefulness of a chapel, and light through the stained glass would be a nice touch.
I found my favorite window a few years ago at the 7th Avenue flea market in NY. It is from an old house or mansion in Connecticut and particularly heavy. Concentrating only on keeping it safe, I didn’t watch where I was going and cracked my head on a low beam. Everything went white but I didn’t pass out.
I did end up with a concussion. Now I get to contemplate the world and my folly so fogged in I’m beyond feeling sorry for myself.
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