I don't like the way this feels...

My throat doesn't feel right. I don't feel right. Shit! I hope this isn't going to become a cold. I don't need one right now. Not with Mini-Mod coming up this weekend. It's a long, nasty weekend of class for 12 hours on Saturday.

I finished another doily. It's drying and blocking as I type. Tomorrow I'll be able to take pictures of it. It's still "practice" for me. I have gotten my spirals more uniform, but still they don't look like the ones in the pattern book. It's my Virgo perfectionism seeping out.

It feels like I could lose my voice at any time. I am not a happy camper about this! Getting a cold this time of year sucks!

Tonight the air outside smelled of plant sex. The fragrances were heady and transcendent. I'm finding I'm not immune to the magic of the season and find myself falling in love and lust for Pooky. It sucks that he works nights.