Where do you write?
I'd love to see pictures of your blog spot, if anyone cares to post theirs.
I've been writing in my south-facing bedroom window, so I can see the morning light.
It's 7:45 a.m. as I sit down to write this. The sun rose 20 minutes ago (7:24) and will set at 4:35 p.m.
NINE hours of daylight???
Jay-sus. I think that explains anything and everything about people's moods.
Oh, nice: the sun just cleared the rooftops, now at 8:13 AM.
Here's the view from the kitchen of my desk, lit up. That's Auntie Vi's afghan over the back of the chair, which she knit from wool she spun.
(There's also the west-facing living room, and a bathroom. Abundant space.)
I'm in a good mood, actually, despite the darkness. Maybe the Vitamin D pills help? Listening to Michael Bublé's Christmas album? And definitely that Mo made a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, including the BEST braised collard greens with mushrooms (recipe from the NYT). Afterwards we watched a British Bake Off Christmas special.
All is well, for the moment.
It's supposed to be unseasonably warm today--up around 50ºF. At noon, I'm walking over to a little holiday fair on the corner. The indie florist there will be selling Christmas trees. I've been going back and forth about getting one--I'll just go see.
The shops on the corner are a bit precious (a Montessori toy shop) and more than a bit expensive ($30 for a toy hedgehog).
I expect the trees will be around a hundred bucks, but maybe I'll buy a twig...
We'll see.
The girlettes have their doll-sized tree they want to decorate this weekend, and honestly, that alone would be a complete, full-sized happiness.
Tootle-oo to you all, I hope you have a good day!
