Welcome To My Bed

Short, sweet, to the point.

Today was a day that left without leaving. I spent all but an hour, give or take, in my room, in my pajamas, crocheting a blanket for my new life. I think tonight is the night to wrap presents. I am going to go scrounge around for newspaper. And possibly write for a good long time.

For the new year, I have devised a set of goals that will adjust depending on what my plans are. But for now, here they are --

Take one picture a week, of anything beautiful or ugly, it doesn't matter.

Dip my toes in the Pacific Ocean at least once.

Pull together my chapbook.

Spend my nights with Christmas lights.


Not very lofty goals, but as long as I have a bed to sleep in, I'll be more than happy. The red letter day is getting closer, when I officially won't be falling asleep alone. Right now is a temporary hiatus from bedtime companionship, on that will be ended a week from Thursday at the latest. And for the summer, I am tentatively evacuating to the Left Coast.

The springtime has been stuck in my head all day, images of bare feet in the rain and ice pops on the front porch and staring up at the stars as the temperature rises. Too many good things to do once it gets warmer.

It's not that I dislike winter, I just dislike the bruises I seem to accrue from falling all over the ice patches that seem to be around every turn. I have a new patch of my own, a purple one, on my left kneecap, from a coffee run last night. And I'm sure there are more to follow.