I'm wearing a gold top and jeans. I have black shoes on my feet. I got home before seven last night and am pleased. The bus finally showed up on time for the first time in ages. I was able to get an earlier connection at the Mall of America.
I'm excited about this Novel-Writing thing: NaNoWriMo.org (check it out if you write). It's like a marathon for words. We'll see how it goes.
I've broken yet another plastic footrest. Damn it. I hate having my legs swing under my desk. Now I'll have to rest on the base of the chair. It's good to feel solidity beneath my feet.
I think I'll do a note to Pops tomorrow. It's getting close to Samhain. I'll finish the lot of them by then.