Wouldn’t it be cool if I had stuff to talk about? Not to be a debby downer, but there is seriously not a lot going on here. I don’t know if it was a misplaced sense of optimism, but I could have sworn that at this point in time I would have found a job by now. Or that we would have a house by now. Or a dog, at the very least. But alas, no.
So here’s the thing. Here’s what IS going on. I have a sickness. Nothing deadly, but I’ve been sleeping a lot and my lungs hate me with a fiery passion. There is tea, and lemsip (the British theraflu), and oranges galore. There is a scarf that I’ve been wearing around to cheer me up, since I realized that I don’t have to wait to leave the house just to wear my newest Christmas present of a scarf (Thanks Pam! This was from you, correct?). And there are lots of books. I’m in the middle of a few as it is, and I’m also making the jump into reading The Game of Thrones series here soon. Because these are things that I plan ahead for. There is also a small dogs that sighs and stretches at my feet and can generally be counted on to keep me company.
Pale-lipped and lilac-scarved.
Another week almost passed, and February already begun. Where is the time going?