.31.

Last night was drinking heaven and hell.

But at least we finally got onto our rooftop.

The weather has been beautiful and I know it's just that long steady ride at the tippy top of the rollercoaster before it all goes downward, screaming and falling out of my seat. In the sense that, it's going to get cold soon. Very cold. And this makes me incredibly unhappy.

It was rainy and dark all today but I was so happy just because I could stroll through the streets without 50lbs of clothing on. My back and shoulders specifically didn't ache under the pressure of so much fabric wrapped tightly around them. I can move my arms without feeling like a crippled penguin. Life's good in 60 degrees.

As it goes right now, I'm starting again to get the itch for creation.

I'm making the lists of things to craft for people for xmas. I have designs set up for some nice fleece scarves and hats, a project to knit, hair ties to print and glue together. I finally think I'll be ok this weekend alone, working on the long list of projects. Things that aren't for me go so much better, honestly.

And maybe if I get real ambitious, I'll even break out of the paints. Small paintings for all my friends!