Show something to Nora that she might like.
Move around a little bit.
Respond to the season present in this day and the work required therein.
Eat something that might have nutritional value.
Sit still long enough to stand up again a little bit steadier on my legs.
Harvest something good.
Place something nearby that hums with the possible until it's ready to be picked up again. Don't rush it, the delicate intention of something thinking about being.
Feed Lucky and the farm cats.
Put a bit of order into the place we live, but not enough that we can't do some living there, too.
Find words. Tell them to other people.
Stop biting my bottom lip.