This morning I had the worst migraine. The worst one I’ve had in years. At around 4pm I finally started to feel a bit better. I went for a walk. Today was a perfect day, did you know? It was sunny, and warm/cold and full of colour. I walked slowly, going the long way to take back the movies I’d rented. Taking the long way home. And then I came home and started to write.
I returned emails I’d been owing for weeks. I finished writing two projects I’d been meaning to finish. I wrote emails to people I’d been meaning to send for months. I did a lot of thinking too. Figured some things out, which lead to more emails. And now I’m still writing.
Today started horrible, but is ending quite nice.
(Also, Logan is sitting on my lap in this picture, and right now, since I just took this picture. And he is purring so loud. And he can’t really purr because he’s a bit of a retard, so it’s so freaking cute. That is all.)

