The letter for today is: Y, where I feature yawning and yarrow.
Yawning, I sit in my easy chair with my feet up, waiting. It takes longer to relax than normal. I'm stressed. Today, I didn't concentrate properly and sent two wrong chapters to the Internet Writing Workshop for members to critique. I finally fixed my blunder. How strange for mental exertion to tire a body in the same way as physical. I take one more breath through an open mouth covered by my hand.
My husband passes me a mug of herbal tea, which should help revive me.
Outside the kitchen window, we grow yarrow. Besides releasing a fresh fragrance from the fine, feathery leaves, a concoction made from boiled yarrow was once said to loosen an unwanted pregnancy. I've heard there's an herb, or something in nature, to heal every condition.
My yawning fit has passed. Hold on, there's another.