Greetings from under the bed.

It's grey here, finally. Not that I've been waiting. I've been trying to batten down the hatches while the seasons change. I've already walked in the rain. It's quiet now, and I'm contemplating my strategy. How to get warm, how to stay warm. Green tea, baked squash, Cat Power. Not that Cat Power is exactly warm, but it matches my mood, which is quiet and rainy, and I've got bedhead and bright eyes.

I'm shuffling the things I already have, finding some new order. Time to change my cave-like dwelling to suit spending longer hours in it. I examine my collections, change their angles and groupings. I'm happier with the new arrangements. Not just the furniture, but the mental arrangements in my head, how I am shifting my life, and looking at what I've done in the last few months. Things feel like they are nearing completion. I listen to old music I already know, and wear last year's things. I don't spend too much time at the window, looking to find something new, though if it were like a wild animal come in from the cold, I wouldn't throw it out. I'm enjoying what I've got and what comes.