Why Does the Weekend Have to End
Dec. 4th, 2011 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
affrecaOnly know starting to get productive. I spent yesterday in a funk. The type of funk that leads to buying plastic beads and a toaster at 10 p.m. But I finally glued my viking brooches with JB Weld, which should work better than hot glue did. And I cleaned out the closet enough to find my red shoes.
Or maybe it is that Lawnchair is being productive. He finished cleaning out the closet (though my second ice grabber is still missing) and is roasting a turkey. And getting wood before it gets dark out.
Cats adore the fire. At one point today, all five were within ten feet of each other and the fire place. Grep has figured out where she can get sunlight and fireheat. Buddy has build himself a reflecting oven out of kindling cardboard.
Or maybe it is that Lawnchair is being productive. He finished cleaning out the closet (though my second ice grabber is still missing) and is roasting a turkey. And getting wood before it gets dark out.
Cats adore the fire. At one point today, all five were within ten feet of each other and the fire place. Grep has figured out where she can get sunlight and fireheat. Buddy has build himself a reflecting oven out of kindling cardboard.
