Clouds and Ned Nickerson.

Dear Fleur.
I went on my run this morning and then I came home and spilled muddy water all over me and then I proceeded to cut out small flags for a banner. I have been very productive in the hour since I woke up. I also read the first chapter of Matthew.
I am supposed to finish a story today and write another one. I don't want to do that. Mostly because I want to procrastinate and read Little Women for the billionth time, but also because my illustrations are frustrating me. I think instead I am going to make a picture book of clouds.
Clouds never frustrate me.

Today I need to make macaroons. And mail 1000 more packages. I mailed my first Christmas gifts out yesterday. The Post Office woman looked at me and said, I remember you last year. You're going to be in here a lot, aren't you?
I told her, yes, yes I am.
And I will be.
Maybe I should make all the Post Office people macaroons. If they work out. I'm going to need more almond meal.

As I was running this morning, a huge logging truck passed me. I thought in my head that Nathan would say, I need to sample that. But I didn't have any recording equipment with me. Darn. Just my blue Nikes. But I'm not Nancy Drew you know.
I think I want to re-read the Nancy Drew series.

I need to make a list. A lot of lists. One for Snohomish. One of books to read. Another one of gifts to mail. One of days till Christmas and what needs to be done. And just a list.
But first I'll take a shower and sing Christmas songs.