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Day Two Hundred and Eighty-Four: Nothing Better.

 

This time of year makes me want to get into cosy sweaters and drink tea and listen to my books.  I did this a lot this weekend on the porch while the rest of my family shifted around me.  I went on little walks down to the lake to get some more fresh air, and having the ability to read a book for fun was the best feeling in the world.  I feel more like a grown up this semester than ever because I am able to maintain a social life, drink wine, and read a book for pleasure all at the same time.  I feel like this novel is distracting me from the fact that grad school applications are on the horizon and I should really be saving my money as opposed to going around spending it all at bars and things, but it really couldn’t bother me less.

 

I like doing what I’m doing right now, ‘tis the season, and all that, right?

 

The day I get to decorate, to paint, to hang a painting, to have something other than a single bed for my work I will be pleasantly comfortable.  I think the situation that I’m in right now is that I am hardly in this room as it is, but when I am I feel so dreary.  I have been striving to become more festive though.

 

For example while reading I knit.  OR while watching tv during the evenings, I bring out the knitting. It is important for me to get this knitting started since I have quite a few scarves to make and my time is dwindling.  Remember when I said I grew up?  I think I missed my twenties, thirties, and forties and headed straight into my fifties.  Tea? Knitting?  Smutty historical novels?...on audio, nonetheless? That’s me.

 

And I’m not really ashamed at all, I like me the way I am.

 

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