Short On Daylight
I knew there was a reason I bought this chair. Things look damnably photogenic on it.
Lately there's been an urge to hibernate, to stare morosely out of windows at the increasingly bare hills and sigh. Tea and tangles of string. It's like November has come a week early all of a sudden.
(In theory I should be squeeing at you right this minute because they said the s-word on the weather report, but I can't even seem to muster my normal Schneeflocken enthusiasm. It's THAT BAD.)
Anticipating pumpkin cheesecake later this week-and more importantly, to keep the house warm-I ended up steaming a small pumpkin over the course of the evening. The rudest sucking, splorting sound you can imagine and one of the pumpkin halves gave a little heave and collapsed under its weight.
Strangely cathartic. Instant mood restorer.
Lately there's been an urge to hibernate, to stare morosely out of windows at the increasingly bare hills and sigh. Tea and tangles of string. It's like November has come a week early all of a sudden.
(In theory I should be squeeing at you right this minute because they said the s-word on the weather report, but I can't even seem to muster my normal Schneeflocken enthusiasm. It's THAT BAD.)
Anticipating pumpkin cheesecake later this week-and more importantly, to keep the house warm-I ended up steaming a small pumpkin over the course of the evening. The rudest sucking, splorting sound you can imagine and one of the pumpkin halves gave a little heave and collapsed under its weight.
Strangely cathartic. Instant mood restorer.