It's like waking up...

There was a small Christmas miracle this morning when I woke up. The End was playing music. And kept playing music. Then there was a message from the station manager saying, "We're going back to our roots. We're going to play all that alternative music you love. Keep on calling and writing in with suggestions." Music in the morning. How refreshing. They could even have a DJ as long as he didn't blather all the time and mostly played music.

This week, in the mornings, I've been drawn to the moon. I look up in the sky and see the slowly shrinking sliver, the curve of it asking me to reach out and run my fingers along the edge. While I love seeing the sun rise in the mornings, I much prefer to see it after a long night. I don't like the sun much. There are rare days where the breeze is perfect and I can feel the warmth of the sun in my bones where I would want nothing else than to curl up on a blanket and the the sun slowly bake me. Those days come so rarely. I much prefer the moon and the stars and the dark sky at night.

Saturday will be quite, quite full. Work. The gym. Jamie's gathering... It will be a full day. I have no idea what I want to wear.

Entertainment bits...

It's been awhile, so there'll be quite a bit.
( Stuff, stuff, stuff. )

Because...

I haven't been talking enough hockey recently.

*does a little dance*

( Go Pavel! (And I'm not talking Bure.) )

Wow!!!!

I GOT A TURTLE!!!!

I came home and Sean was setting up a turtle tank. He's a red-eared slider and he is ever so cute. He doesn't breath for long enough that I get worried about it from time to time.

I'm not supposed to feed him for two to three days. That'll be rough. I already want to give him food.