On a side note - I think the snow weather is good for my hair. Look Mum! Little frizz! (its ok, you haven't seen the back...).
Still - it goes on.
Brill writing this week though - you can tell because I take breaks to do...other writing. Weird. But I'm taping a pendrive to the supe's door with a big sign for when he flies back into town: "big-ass thesis chapter herein". It will feel good.
Got a parcel from my babies today, via their Nana; my dog wrote me a letter complaining about his big-brother-cat. Was very cute. Made my eyes do the stinging-threatening-to-tear bullshit thing that eyes do. Hence the slightly melancholy tinge to my eyes in the above self gratuitous photography. Narcissistic photography? Bored self-photoshop'ing? Photographing as a poor-mans mirror? Whatevs.
The box included my fav Nana-knitted scarf (yes yes - because I sent all my winter shit up north never imagining I would still be here for winter proper), which featured in this pic Mum sent while packaging it up:
Such a cutie.