i woke up to an acne rosacea flare-up because stress.

morning. compound.

head pain. taking advantage of a quiet house. ended up frogging this project.

very late breakfast. overcooked toast.

kinda pissed off, actually.

stormageddon specifically requested some “pickas” with his dad.

some small person brought me some small pumpkins.

he’s been through three sets of clothes today because he keeps spilling water all over himself. he insisted on making his own sandwich.

and eating it on the counter, like both of his big siblings before him when they were his size.

about the time i realized my needle cable was not going to be long enough for this project. i’ll have to order a longer one. i’ve got some seriously bad knitting mojo happening today, and it’s making me sad.

i’m not sure, but it’s possible i’m being haunted by some “dotes”.

he stands at the top of the hill and throws or kicks it down. i stand at the bottom and kick it back up.

i don’t understand people who are afraid of chickens.

chicken kisses.

guinea feather, ancient docs.

it was in the 50s today.

sunset. compound.

favorite christmas movie.

one of these people has chocolate all over their face and that person is not me.

this mess is getting out of hand. for reals.

she has a headache in her eye.

fox mulder and the arika cowl. knitting mojo returning.

goodnight, chickens.