A wild cold wind is circling Moss Cottage. Someone’s going to bed early with The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao. A good stretch of reading is what I need. As soon as the cat posse finishes their pilates maybe they’ll be so kind as to warm my feet. One can hope.
More woodgrain pages. I can’t get enough.
TONI sent me some exquisite security envelopes. I didn’t have these patterns. I’m sure you’ll agree they are fabulous.
I’m fresh out of words this evening. Must’ve used them all up today. Either that or they all fell out of my pockets on the way home. I’ve just got a pile of “ands” and “thes” left. And everyone knows you can’t string together a decent, or even clever sentence with those.