stops or starts
i had an unexpected nap that's made me feel slightly contrary, to be honest.
this afternoon, i sat in a room with eight other women and we all ooohed and ahhed over an abundance of pink things, baby rattles, and a little girl who i have seriously fallen in love with. although slightly less goat-ish this time around in her crying noises, i'm more than a bit certain that my nickname of 'little goat' might stick for a while, at least in my world.
my house smells like cinnamon and ginger, the remnants of a spice cake baking for easter dinner tomorrow floating through the air.
my thoughts are all scrambled ad incoherent and totally inappropriate, for the most part.
i feel like painting.