6701 words. I’m behind, but not hopelessly so. With some discipline and an effort, I can slay the beast of procrastination and do this thing. I’m still recovering from a cold and one hell of a party last week, so I guess it’s no wonder I haven’t managed to keep my wordcount up. Not that I’m complaining in any way. I love my job and I experienced such marvellously deep connections to people this past weekend that my soul is positively thriving. There is hope and love will conquer fear and there is such an abundant joy within me that I’m surprised sunlight isn’t seeping out through the pores of my skin. And on top of it all, it’s november, and a smell of winter is in the air. So if you’re feeling a sting of melancholia at the season, I guess that must be because I’m hoarding the delight. I’ll likely give it back when spring rolls around, but right now life is fucking grand.
You’ve got so much to say
say what you mean
mean what you think
and think anything
why not?
Love and joy,
Winterdragon
