there was some great fog new year's eve day when i went for a walk. i think my phone captured it pretty well. these were taken down the road and in a valley near my place.
i'm typing now with a swollen finger. yesterday as i was trying to set up my new printer i somehow stabbed myself with a knife. (here's a picture of the event.) don't even ask the chain of events...it's a a little muddy. i do recall the steam coming out of my eyeballs because the printer and computer weren't cooperating so whatever i was cutting i'm sure i was doing so with some, shall we say, passion. i think my finger is infected. crap.
also, the cat is on the counter lapping old green tea out of my mug with her paw. we have no standards here. cats on our counter; dogs in our beds.
also last night, perhaps psychically linked with my printer frustration, i purged all sorts of stuff from my little baby house. i was feeling claustrophobic. everything is off the walls and the shelves are bare. i'm selling it all in the shop today. crazy? nay, bold and fearless!
ps- i really enjoyed reading the first half of dracula but i'm in the final 25 pgs. or so and i'm forcing myself to finish. the second half dragged like a queen!