I still feel like hell but I went back to work today.
It was a very long day.

I called in sick to jury duty.  They rescheduled me.  Yay.

We all have the flu.  It’s so much fun.

(title from Train Song – Pretty & Twisted)

I love how the branches are like ink running down a page.
I don’t think I could ever live in a city again.

(title from Charles Bukowski.  See also the Pretty & Twisted song, it kicks ass)

Today was shooting of one kind and another, pants soaked to the knees, fingers stiff with cold.

(disclaimer: no actual laws were broken)

I love fantasy novels.  It’s a genre I’ve been devoted to since about 7th grade.  But I’m extremely picky.  Which is as it should be, there is some frighteningly bad fiction out there.  Anyway, I have finally gotten my hands on a copy of A Game of Thrones.  This is some epically good fantasy.  I’m in geek heaven.

(check out Rasputina’s version.  So good.)

There is a blizzard, just now.

cold that seeps into your marrow and takes root
drags you deep into longing
tea and down and wool and flesh and flesh –
and an end for january

Sundays are good for baking.
(The powdered sugar is only there to cut the chocolate.)