Today was one of those days where I felt like I was being productive. I got my writing done fairly tidily, I got work done, I saw myself and the kiddo fed. It might be the same-old same old, but I’m going to celebrate every single day I can manage it. Littlerbit was waffling between not-Lego-ing and drawing; you can see a better shot of what she’s done here. It’s the ‘usual’ toddler stuff of ‘human’ shapes and random scribbles, but yanno, sentimental parent and all, it’s sweet to me.
Past that, it *might* snow tonight, but probably not. Not that I’m likely to remember to look out the window unless the UK Snow Map reminds me to. *checks* Nope. I’d love to see a proper snowfall before winter ends, but I’m not counting on anything.
Anyhoos, time to drag myself back to knitting and zoning out.