The world is snowy and grey. My world is, at least, I don’t know how it looks for you.
Last night I took a long bath with my hair in pigtails, daydreaming in the water. I was imagining scenes for a story I’m writing, and inspiration struck, so I yelled for a notebook! a pen! quickly! and then wrote for an hour while the water slowly drained away. I thought it might be funny to write the story in the bath every night. Then I realised it might be necessary.
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I’ve been running myself ragged with administrativa these last few weeks, and am getting grumpy and restless as a result. I want to paint, and I want to draw, and darn it, I want to sit down for one measly hour without thinking of all the things I should be doing.
On the other hand, three weeks of busy-ness is a nice change from a quarter-century of lassitude.
On the immediate menu: very foamy café au laits. For dinner? I don’t know. What goes well with couscous? I usually just eat it by itself, with pine nuts. I want to use it as a side dish tonight. Give me your couscous recipes and complementary dishes, please!