it's Decenber already...

No fair, I'm not ready!

I made it home just fine, as you can see...even a little early, which was nice since I was done with my books and had trouble sleeping on the bus. the walk back to my apartment from the station (which isn't far at all) was ambrosial after all that sitting. Of course, I had a big sack of mama Freekee's cookies to keep me company again...
*Muncha muncha*

Thanks again for a fantastic weekend, Low Delta and Cynnerth!!! I miss you both already. *gives sad puppy eyes*

Now I get to go back to the Minimalist Mines, like a good litle worker, and see what kinds of divination exercises I can invent with the random falling of bills and junk mail. the Universe works in strange strange ways...sometimes within a papajohn's pizza flyer....

A few of the Rituals of Winter, Maus-Style...

The Freezing Walk in What Little Morning Sunshine there may be...since it's the only sun you will see.

The Ritualistic Removing and Applying of the Layered Clothing.

The Serene Applying of the Chapstick. Sweet relief!

The Freezing Walk to...grocery, car, work, home. Wherever you go, the icy hands of Jack Frost will reach right down the back of your neck.

The Warm and Toasty Cocoa...In preperation for the meditation of Whew! Made it through work again! Ommmmmmm....

The Almost-Too-Hot bath. Almost. Complete with either suds or fizzing or both, and a trashy magazine.

The Slathering of the Coco-butter on all things chapped and windblown. A solemn ritual taking several minutes to complete properly...

Which will lead to inevitably: The Splashdown in the Feather-bed with a book.

Okay, winter isn't all bad if you have the right accoutrements.