The heat broke today. The windows are open and I won't have to sleep on top of the sheets tonight. Makes it much easier to spend twenty four hours up here, with all sorts of candles lit, to do the heart of my work. I'm almost five hours in, and sleep is beckoning, but not quite yet. There are still things to do.
From the moment The Muse shook me out of a depressed stupor with a love filled text at 930am, today had the possibility of being beautiful. The world seemed too noisy, too chaotic, too impossible, so I stayed in. The world can do without me. It can have me tomorrow night. But today was mine.
Weaveworld came in, as did the Van Gogh Tardis poster. I read a bit and studied a bit and did nothing a bit and fasted for 19 hours. I also got a snazzy new background up on this here blog, with Bug's help, because Blogger is still kinda stupid when it comes to customizability.
Did the day ever get beautiful? I'm not sure. But it was quiet, and that is almost the same thing.
I love your seasonal backgrounds!!
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