It's beginning to feel like Christmas.

Rudie is shedding like crazy, he laid on my lap today and I covered my sweat pants in white dog hairs. He managed to give me a good blood blister on my wrist last week. Hurts like hell and resembles what happens when you're shot with a BB gun at close range.

The John Williams Pandora station is probably the ( Read more... )

I wrote (roughly) 30,000 words this past weekend. Continuing to chug along at some new things that I've opened up ( Read more... )

I think that the weather has finally tipped and we're head first into winter ( Read more... )

Hopefully a certain someone with junk shaped like an astronaut will also start blogging regularly and we can spur encouragement.

If not, I'll talk to myself about my dog.

It's been pretty for the end of November, clouds have the look of projections in an otherwise blank horizon. Temperatures have been moderate to nice, and I'm only wearing this ( Read more... )