hushed and white with snow.
I have watched Return To Me three times this week.
Also, I am baking bread, but the dough isn't rising, so I suppose this
is a foray into dismal failure.
I'm not bovvered.
Thinking about long journeys.
Thinking about Christmas.
Missing places like Rome.
Drinking nice french red wine alone in my apartment. My shelter.
Drawing a lot of inspiration from Winnie the Pooh.
Getting ready for romance. (another foray into dismal...whatever.)
My nails are painted a colour called "are we there yet?"
Old friends are close.
New friends make me laugh.
Middle friends are giving me sourdough starter, which I may have broken.
I need bread making tips. Sugar and egg and soy free bread making tips.
Officially a grown-up because I have recently purchased cleaning
supplies that I am very excited about.
Also, pressed play on Return To Me (again).
I am obsessed, and you can judge if you want. I don't mind, and I don't care.
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