when the cold of winter comes

this week was crazy. and there's quite a bit left to do.

i have a presentation tomorrow on an article that has the most fascinating quotes in it about the necessity of narrartion in historical works as a means for access... or so i interpreted. all this played through my head while i drank three cups of tea and twirled on my chair, trying to find a comfortable way to crack my gimp knee.

i have a girls only potluck tomorrow that promises to be hilarious, and then a tea and arts and crafts get together on saturday that will produce more images of nafarious octopi, of that i'm sure.

i had dreams about eggs, music boxes and beard stubble last night.