I have a cold and am exhausted. Still unpacking from the move. My studio remains a work in progress. Too many unopened boxes. Need a new (gargantuan) bookcase. Art is wrapped in Kraft paper.

My feet are cold (literally).

Tea helps.

Tea always helps.

(Does it for you?)

Decided to suck it up and add to today’s NaNoWriMo word count anyway.

108 good little soldiers. 

Better than nothing, right?

Until tomorrow, I have the laziest of intentions:

Sweet Repose by Victor Gilbert (circa 1880).

Happy dreams!