post holiday blues

my body gets greedy for holidays.

give it a four day weekend, and it only wants more. this morning, I woke up, rolled over, hit snooze three times and stared out the window at the rain. do I really have to go out there?

I'm reading a good book and am almost at the end so I'd much prefer to hang out inside and be at one with the orchid world.

And after that, Les Miserables is on my bedside table. With 900+ pages, reading 2 pages a day, it'll take me a year and a half to finish. I'd love to read more, but dragging it with me on the subway each day isn't a real possibility. Although, I have been thinking about working out with weights, and maybe this is a good way to multi-task.

ok, so I didn't check back in

it's already four months past and I don't know what happened.

I'm sipping sake and enjoying a rainy day at home
listening to a little emmylou harris... it's been a slow, leisurely day
I don't feel like talking or socializing or doing much of anything
save writing and reading and snuggling up to something warm.

tomorrow I host my girlfriends - full of plans, dreams and food.

I've spent the afternoon cleaning up, sorting papers, throwing
so much junk away - how do I accumulate so many random sheets of paper?