I've been quiet recently, partly because of activity. partly because of mood.

I've been struggling with some disruptive dreams that won't stay in my sleep. I think this means I need to sleep more, but I've been running on a wave of adrenalian since Sunday, and I hate to loose momentum.

Work has been early - I've started getting into the office around 8:45 instead of my lazy meandering 11, and I'm beginning to see the value of the sunrise, instead of its function of harbinger.

I've seen harry potter and thought it was alright if your standards aren't too high.

I've begun the hunt to find someplace to live that doesn't involve a 45 minute commute everyday.

I've missed my husband, and traveled west.

[Not to mention the holidays]

No rest for the weary.

More on art later.

Sleep is eminent.