a snow day, snow outside. it's white. slushy roads but no school or any slush elsewhere. monochromatic breakfast today, by accident, drippy shower soon.
i am alone here again tilde, having stuffed buds with me though. list-making and reading robert frost poems, i hope i can get some drawing done.
"Do you know where my drawing pad is? Because while you two are doing that I think i want to get some drawing done."
"You see that's what I call detached!"
quotingly yours~tilde