the wonderland appearance of fresh snow in the branches of the trees

earlier daylight

successfully tackling numerous errands before the weather grew too inclement, and now snugged up on the couch safely watching the bluster outside

finishing the first draft of my NaNoWriMo novel -- even though I didn't quite hit the target of 50,000 words, the story is done

driving to a soundtrack of Delvon Lamarr

When I was buying groceries today, I noticed that the cashier reminded me of an online friend I have known for years. And I got to thinking, what if my friend worked as a cashier at a grocery store? Customers would then see her, watch her scan items and pack them dutifully, hear her small pleasantries as they paid, and then leave and think no more about her. Nothing in that transaction would give them the slightest clue about her boundless creativity, her rich mind, her deep heart, all of which I have grown to admire and love. They would have no idea what an amazing person she is.

And then I wondered if perhaps my cashier today was in fact an amazing person and I simply had no idea. And now I am contemplating the notion that every person we see, that we pass by without a thought, might similarly amaze us with their depth and their wonder, if we only had the time and opportunity to learn them. I am left with a sense of being surrounded by invisible riches.

making progress on multiple fronts

Yay all done!  [This one was intended primarily as an exercise in brush control -- every line in it was, for a change, made with a brush.]


[wait okay, not the signature, I forgot...]

items being in ready supply and devices functioning -- basically, things working out the way we expect them to... it's funny how often we fail to even notice these times...

a peaceful morning, just me and a coffee