We are back at the old homestead, ready to hibernate for a few months. There’s only an inch of snow on the ground, but brrr! it’s cold here.
Time for some new socks. Mike is not keen on the way I match socks. Too bad, so sad. That’s why I make them for me.
NaNoWriMo kicks off tomorrow, or after midnight tonight for you night owls. I have no idea what I’m going to write. Really. Not a clue. I’m kind of eager to see what comes about.
Becca, on the other hand, is in the starting gate with pencils and mind sharpened, bunny slippers tied, wizard hat on, her race marked out. I plan to lasso her as soon as the gun goes off and make her drag me along.
I am also prepared with holiday lights on the ceiling, lots o’ candles, quantities of tea, and a shortcut to Radio Praetoria on my toolbar for “music that sings to the soul and sparks the imagination.” May those sparks ignite a fire.