Gloomy Monday. The world is dark and dingy. I usually love dark weather, especially when it gets all ominous with rain, and beats down on the tin roof, but this has a filthiness to it, when you go outside you feel hot and even a little greasy. I want a good, steady rain, not a wash out, something that will heal the dry earth, something I can run outside in.

I was surprised to see that I made this article on Gmail I better back up my blog and mail, if this keeps up, Gmail might ban me! 😉 But I’m glad that the article is getting so much attention.

I managed to get a good deal done on the dress. I need to hem it, do some trim, but mostly we can call her finished. I need to start cutting the next one, my projects are: one more medieval dress, one wench outfit, one regency gown, one cloak, one Spencer jacket. I think I have everything except for a cloak clasp, and I’m tempted to wait until the Renaissance Faire to see if anyone has one. I have some other projects, like a chemise and some drop front breeches, maybe even a shirt to go with the jacket I made, but those are sort of hazy. I watched a bit of Kenneth Branaugh’s Hamlet last night because the evil PBS station decided to play pledge drive stuff rather than the last Miss Marple. It was the one I was looking forward to the most, of course. It was an odd night. I was actually feeling sociable but no one was online. I enjoy Kenneth’s take on Hamlet…he plays up the romance between Ophelia and Hamlet nicely, so it seems like he really did care for her. (In High School, I was not convinced this was so.) So, yeah, liking that quite a bit, and it’s fun to sew during.

Now I’m home. Something died up on the hill, and I went to look for it, but couldn’t find it. The smell of festering death has settled over and in the house, but fortunately the air conditioners seem to make the smell go away. Since it’s a hot day, it’s just as well.

When I came home, bed was calling me. In fact, I’d still love to lay down and close my eyes. I seem to be drawn to nap a lot lately, though I rarely give in to it. The bed whispers to me of crisp, cool sheets, of velvety soft blankets. It talks to me about my body pillow, satin on one side, velvet on the other. It seems to reach up and shake the embroidered pillow cases into place, as if trying to fluff them, making them seem oh so inviting. Recently, it seems as if I would sleep away my life if I could. I get pretty aggravated with myself over the matter, I call myself lazy, I tell myself that I am not working hard enough towards my goals.

Of course, we can all be nice and say that I’m dealing with so much right now. I think a lot of my trouble is stress, stress and…stress. But I need to try to do something every single day to make life better.

But right now, I’m freezing to death and so I think I’ll wrap up and read. Stephanie Plum has an Uncle to find.

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