It's raining, it's pouring

And right now I wish I was snoring.

We are in the throes of our first Nor'easter of the season. What remains of Hurricane Wilma is churning south of us, with the result that our snowstorm is melting before it hits the ground. Today would have been a great day to sit curled up in front of a fire with a book and a drink and a clear calendar. Alas, no fireplace, drinks and literature are chocolate milk and Sandra Boynton, and my calendar is curling off the wall from the weight of 5 schedules' worth of ink.

I've almost finished the quilting on that center star. Tonight? I doubt it. Tomorrow? Most definitely. It's sure cozy holding a quilt on your lap while stitching. Too bad this one doesn't reach down to my chilly toes. My knees are warm, though. :o)

I spent a little time tonight poking through pictures of other people's creative spaces. The anal neatness of mine, as compared to the carefree chaos of some of the pictures I saw tonight might hold some clue to my less than prolific output. Maybe after I vacuum tomorrow I'll give that some consideration.