December 9, 2007
It is raining now, splatter in the cold steel muck outside. I have hung up Christmas lights. I need to water my plants. At least I donít have to water a tree. I am letting myself become apartment-bound again. I am not completely sure on this. I may need to engineer some more social activities. Maybe some wild-ass shopping and gifting is indicated. I could bake bread, make candles, or knit sweaters. I could visit the humane society and give everyone I know kittens for Christmas. As an act, that would give me more intellectual satisfaction than the crafty stuff.