It’s about -5F here at the moment.
It’s dark.
I’m surrounded by furry things who are heat-seeking beings, dedicated to taking naps in the most comfy of places.
I am pretty much wide awake. I am amusing myself by thinking of my dream house. I am also pondering the sonnet form and wondering if that might be a good goal for NaPoWriMo 2013. How do I really feel about rhyming or regular meter for that matter? I’m not sure and I’m pretty sure I haven’t done enough of either to really have a legitimate opinion.
I’m going to try and stop pondering and go to sleep.
