refilling the well

I almost never take an entire day off. I will often go off and do something non-writerly for the day, but always with the back of my brain thinking "and when I get home I need to..."

Saturday was so gorgeous, with the return of perfect autumn weather (blue skies, low 70's, slight breeze off the water) that I decided on waking that this was going to be a day to refill the creative well. No work at all, just play.

( my day )

This morning I slept in to the decadent hour of 8:30am, waking to discover that the felines had decided that it was, yes, cold enough to shut the windows in the bedroom. Or at least snuggle reeeeeealclose to mom. Up, fed, caffinated, and back to reality (aka working). But it was fun, if odd, while it lasted.


meanwhile: baaaa, sheeep.

suri

"Everyone is entitled to go to Hell in their own way. You gotta have a plan!"

'What is your personal life motto?' at QuizGalaxy.com

*chortles*

you know you're a skiffy geek when...

while watching college football (under protest, I will add) you hear someone refer to John David Booty and all you can think is "Big-booty!" in John Lithgow's voice...

Lucienne? Don't Look. Trust me.

For those of you who are not spider-phobic, a close-up of the spider who has been guarding my house from mosquitos and other crunchy bites.
He's lovely and fierce, but a little unnerving. Anyone know what he is? And we have a winner! European garden spider (Araneus diadematus, cross spider)

( come into my parlor.... )