I'm quite tired, with little to show for my day. Mailed lots of shirts, but only the ones I finished yesterday, and not even all of them. My day was split in half by going to do some running around for my sister, who was home with a sick nephew, and going to the other nephew's thanksgiving classroom thing - we had stone soup, and cookies, and they sang a song, and it was beyond cute, and the teacher laughed when she asked me if I was my sister's sister, because we look so much alike.
And then I ended up going shopping. Yeah. Day before thanksgiving. That shot the rest of my day, which had been planned for writing and more t-shirts.
I may be getting a headache - I waited too long to eat dinner, and then watched a long movie (Last Samauri) mostly without blinking in a room that was 800 billion degrees and I forgot to take off my long underwear, and I didn't want to interupt the movie to do so. Drinking water and thinking cool, refreshing thoughts now, so it may go away.
I am sure I should be composing a deep entry about how grateful I am, and I am, don't get me wrong. But I fear my muse may be hauling me in other directions right now. It's worth noting that I'm terribly grateful for all you guys. I probably don't say so enough, and shouldn't need a holiday to remind me.
