Absurdity.

I'm sitting in the front room of our house and my feet are cold and my palms are encasing a cup of steaming paris tea and I am mentally sending happy wishes to my older sister because today is her birthday.
It feels like halfway winter. The sky is blue, the sun is out, and huge bowls are scattered throughout our house these days. Bowls remind me of summer. But, then again, there is frost on the very tip of the top of the windows, I can't leave the house without at least a sweater, and Christmas, Christmas is in twenty-three days.

Twenty-three days.
My older sister's twenty-three years old today.

Today I promise to do some homework. I will also make at least three loaves of bread and two Christmas gifts. Rosemary. I want to work with rosemary and warm, sticky dough today. It's days like today that I am convinced I can do everything I want. I should illustrate. This would be a good illustrating day.

Sometimes I think I don't have enough hours.
But that's absurd.