i don't want to hear about your bad day

so much work to do.
so little motivation.
I am quite content sitting on my bed, snuggled under my fuzzy blanket, listening to fiona with my christmas lights on. It's like being in a magical land; all I need now is snow, a lamp post and Mr. Tumnus.

Chronicling a good day:
Yesterday Ann had a long lay-over here in Seattle, so I picked her up at the airport. Naturally, our first stop was to get pastries and coffee. These are the blood of our lives. We wandered around town, met with Tess, met with claire, got very stressed out because we just HAD to get cupcakes and raced to the airport.
When Ann and I were wandering around by ourselves, I don't think I have felt so at home in Seattle. It's weird, your can live in a city for over a year, be friends with people for that long, but still not feel comfortable with them. It just felt right, and I'm sorry to say that I don't feel that way about many of my friends here. I've missed running around town, keeping my fingers crossed in the direction of the weather Gods and finding new nooks and crannies to wedge myself in. Maybe I've gotten too comfortable hibernating, maybe not.

these are the products of a good day.