I have been so busy I just fall to my furs at night.. but its good to be busy.. It feels good sometimes to just be so sore you can not move. I have been taking care of the elderly other than the spex's cause Tarra's son is doing that.. Working on the bench covers for the wagon maker.. and the project for Tarra.. which is halfway done.
I think its done my heart some good.. to have stepped away from something that was starting to consume my thoughts. Now that I am on an even keel.. perhaps things will be easier to understand. I know probably only I noticed it.. I am really sure the warrior never noticed.. but regardless... I had to fix it.. I have to remember that butterfly.. one small mistake in an action and I would be like caught in that web.. I would wither and die I am sure to have my wings clipped.. Its better this way. It is.. you will see I am right.. I am not sure I will live long enough to have mate.. I could be wrong.. but its has been said.. and whispered about in our wagons since I was a young child. Now that I would broadcast that.. but its a fear that I keep pushed way behind other things. It safe there really it is..
I heard the little girl was not feeling well.. I would go visit.. but I am sure she has so many going there I would just be in the way.. But when she is feeling better.. and we are finally at the souther camp. I will take her to a place I use to adventure in when I was her age.. There are lots of flowers and butterflies there. Yes.. thats what I will do..
Well I suspose I should get some sleep..
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