It's not that I have nothing to say - it's that it's not particularly interesting, and if it is, I am putting it in my writing ( Read more... )

I feel like my boyfriend is coming home from the war. (Or prison.) I can't stop smiling and I have butterflies in my stomach (that could possibly be due to the coffee I am still drinking from lunchtime ( Read more... )

Sunday afternoon. Sunny out, maybe 68°. I'm inside wearing cashmere, socks, and shoes, drinking tea with milk, taking a wee brain-resting break ( Read more... )