cocooning

It's only just past 3:30, and already the sun has dipped behind the building next door, throwing my apartment into shadow. The afternoon sunshine was nice; I sat on my bed, reading, for a good part of it (the sun doesn't really come into my living room this time of year). I'm reading The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff, which is set in a fictionalized Cooperstown, renamed Templeton after James Fenimore Cooper's also fictionalized Cooperstown. I went to summer camp near there, and we went to the Farmer's Museum in eighth grade, so I'm familiar with the area, if not the town proper. So far, it's pretty interesting. I like that it opens with the finding of a dead monster floating on the lake.

I forgot to turn off my clock-radio alarm yesterday, so when it went off this morning, I was quite confused. I thought for a moment that it was Friday, then I remembered doing the proofs yesterday and groaned as I turned it off. I was having the usual strange dreams when I awoke, which stayed with me and made me foggy-headed all morning. I did eventually go back to bed and take a nap, which I really needed. All I want to do lately is sleep, and this bitter cold isn't making me want to do much else. It feels like the depths of winter today.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a bit warmer, or at least less windy, so perhaps I will venture out. I bet there is some good ice down at the wildlife sanctuary. It's been too cold all week to go out for long, and I'm itching to go out and take pictures.

For today, however, I'm staying wrapped up in my warm cave, and I salute those of you brave enough to face the bitter winds tonight. Have a wonderful time, and I'll be thinking of you!

cocooning

It's only just past 3:30, and already the sun has dipped behind the building next door, throwing my apartment into shadow. The afternoon sunshine was nice; I sat on my bed, reading, for a good part of it (the sun doesn't really come into my living room this time of year). I'm reading The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff, which is set in a fictionalized Cooperstown, renamed Templeton after James Fenimore Cooper's also fictionalized Cooperstown. I went to summer camp near there, and we went to the Farmer's Museum in eighth grade, so I'm familiar with the area, if not the town proper. So far, it's pretty interesting. I like that it opens with the finding of a dead monster floating on the lake.

I forgot to turn off my clock-radio alarm yesterday, so when it went off this morning, I was quite confused. I thought for a moment that it was Friday, then I remembered doing the proofs yesterday and groaned as I turned it off. I was having the usual strange dreams when I awoke, which stayed with me and made me foggy-headed all morning. I did eventually go back to bed and take a nap, which I really needed. All I want to do lately is sleep, and this bitter cold isn't making me want to do much else. It feels like the depths of winter today.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a bit warmer, or at least less windy, so perhaps I will venture out. I bet there is some good ice down at the wildlife sanctuary. It's been too cold all week to go out for long, and I'm itching to go out and take pictures.

For today, however, I'm staying wrapped up in my warm cave, and I salute those of you brave enough to face the bitter winds tonight. Have a wonderful time, and I'll be thinking of you!