I'm trying to decide when to join the Y for the winter; I keep holding off, because I love running outside. I have a feeling that the treadmill isn't going to be anywhere near as satisfying. Still, there's something to be said for not freezing and for having weight machines right there. Maybe at the start of November, after the Spinner's Retreat. Oh, dear. I'm going to miss my long run that weekend. Hmmm. Maybe I can do it Friday morning. I'll have to adjust my walking with my neighbour to get it in.
Yesterday at the studio was a success with paints; I'm working on an experiment. If it works, Lorna's Christmas present will be done way before her birthday gift. I need to buy fluid acrylics soon. Oh budget. Le Sigh.
Today's craft was... uh, not. But I did name all but one of the characters in a novel I want to someday write. Score?
Steampunk World's Fair. Rhinbeck. Virginia. California. Oh, the places I want to go. I have the heart of a gyspy, sucked into a homebody's soul. I long for a nice long train ride.
Going to the fabric store tomorrow; I have pants to modify with lacing and ribbons.
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