I’m enjoying two new candles I got for my bday and the nice view of our front yard.
I’m extremely content here with my boys, their books, the dog and the candles. I wish I were reading or knitting, but lo, there is gulag work to be done and people in Singapore I need to chat with over Instant Messaging. Because it’s like 9am there or some shit. But my point is: life is good. I loves the SHIT out of my kidlets, sitting here quietly reading. And I loves the candles. And even the dog.