Wipquozn.

Blert. The throat is miles better now. It's nice to not be hoarking up nasty gobbets of green stuff and swallowing broken glass all the time. Now if I could just get the burn on my tummy to heal...

Outside, the sky is as white-grey as the ground, giving me a sense of the season still to come. I love winter, but after a while the blanket effect that matching ground and heaven makes can really start to take a toll on my moods. Today, however, it is comforting and soft, pure in a sense, making me feel welcome. Maybe it is because I too, am white and grey, in a different sense of myself.

I'm going to try and make another new idea out of clay, and finish a pendant before I head to Toronto tonight. I'm nervous, but excited still. I really hope this'll turn out well, and there won't be masses of people so I shouldn't have a stupid anxiety attack.

Spooty! Talk to you all tommorow.
-m.