oh for the life of a bird
It was sixty degrees today.
I'm writing this with the kitchen window open, waiting for it to rain. There's something different about the way a house feels when the windows are open. It's a different sort of coolness than the air-conditioner--maybe it's a different amount of humidity? But it just feels fresher somehow, and after months and months of having the windows shut tight and the heat on high I'm reveling in it.
...Even if I do have to pay for it by hearing the "thirsty Thursday" partiers in the parking lot.
And it's supposed to rain all weekend, warmish springtime rains. I know we'll probably have another inch or two of snow before April, but for now it is spring, dammit. *revel revel revel*
Now I want to write--something, anything, something new, maybe. Because, you know, I have a dearth of half-finished projects. *facepalm* One day I will post a list, just of Pros works-in-progress, and you can all laugh at my gnat-like attention span. :)
I'm writing this with the kitchen window open, waiting for it to rain. There's something different about the way a house feels when the windows are open. It's a different sort of coolness than the air-conditioner--maybe it's a different amount of humidity? But it just feels fresher somehow, and after months and months of having the windows shut tight and the heat on high I'm reveling in it.
...Even if I do have to pay for it by hearing the "thirsty Thursday" partiers in the parking lot.
And it's supposed to rain all weekend, warmish springtime rains. I know we'll probably have another inch or two of snow before April, but for now it is spring, dammit. *revel revel revel*
Now I want to write--something, anything, something new, maybe. Because, you know, I have a dearth of half-finished projects. *facepalm* One day I will post a list, just of Pros works-in-progress, and you can all laugh at my gnat-like attention span. :)