chillin’
I’ve started a new story, something along the lines of a forbidden love observed by a god-like being who looks like a muscular Willie Nelson. Contemplating a POV switch as godWillie is turning out a little more creepy and voyeuristic than I would like.
Looking much forward to the return of husband, and with him, the return of Buffy. When he last left we were in the middle of season 5. Eager to see how it all turns out.
According to the Weather Network it’s -25C with the wind-chill. I was out for a little while, just long enough to truly enjoy coming back inside. My cheeks are slowly regaining sensation and I’m hoping to finish the first volume of Transmetropolitan over some tea.
Not bad, for a Sunday.