i'm not coming out until this is all over ...


i sewed.
and i enjoyed it.
no throwing it across the room, only one frustrated scream, and that was because i kept dropping the same spool of thread.
i've been taking some more pictures, but i'm not a photographer.
i'm a writer ... or i was.
i don't want to write high school poems anymore, so i just quit writing.
sometimes i think about writing. these days i've been thinking about it.
it's a therapeutic thing, just like my sewing and cooking. i do love cooking ...

so here is my journal of christmas-season optimism
today my darling husband is going shopping for my gifts, i'm preparing for my christmas baking
i have 5 different delicious deserts i'll be baking and giving to one set of friends for a gift
i guess it's safe to say i "love people with food", meaning i show them love with food.
not always the best idea, but it's a good thing i have skinnyskinny friends with high metabolisms.

winter is in full swing, with ice on the windows and early sunsets and late mornings.

with every passing day i feel a little better, at least lately. more adult. more ready to face the world. more ready to venture in the spring and see what real life is.

"...the deep breath before the plunge."

happy holidays, DAtown!