Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thursday morning

Sunlight filters through the shut blinds, through the leaves of the Monster Plant. The latter's reached ten feet horizontally, and is in the process of taking over the second window. It no longer has competition from the jasmine, which has been exiled to the outside.

It's a nice feeling, waking up to birds singing, and El snoring, and sunlight of early spring that feels like summer. Happiness is quite precarious, as it never hurts to remind yourself. But while it's here (Russian song that comments on hunters for the bluebird of happiness comes to mind), one might as well make the best of it.

Today, I will studio-sit for a sweetheart of an artist, take a walk with another one, pour beers at the local brewery, and play board game with beer people afterwards. Somewhere in the middle of that 'll have to pick up a quasi-surprise cake for hubby's birthday. (Yesterday's conversation while driving: El: "So you've got to pick me up a cake tomorrow... Me: *Absent-mindedly* "It's not a cake, it's a key lime pie." El: :D! Me: "Oh.. crap.") And amidst all that, 'll be working on those doll-hands.

It's such a fragile state that can crumble at any second... that's what makes it so special.