thankful . . .

full of thanks .

in a contemplative mood . . .

but without much to write about.

so i shall just chatter away whatever thoughts my mind delivers to the tips of my fingers. Like that. Just. Whims, I suppose.

Hm.


Okay, well, five minutes of nothing have just passed. I don't intend to just sit in front of a screen forcing my brain to evoke non-existent stuffs. Does that make it existent? Saying that they're "non-existent"? Hm. Nothing. It's nothing, but it exists, right? Hm. If everything were gone, then nothing would still exist. Hm. Hm hm hm.

Just kidding.

i need more yarn .

Belatedly realized we finally crossed into the cool threshold of November. Was intently crocheting the threads of my life away into what I had imagined would become a scarf......which I later unraveled back into its threadly state because there wasn't enough to make one. Oh well.

I've stated before, and I'll state it again . . . I lub Novembre! And for what reason(s), I don't know! Alls I do know is that Time herself is diligently threading these months away and is quickly finishing up the last few touches of this year.

I wonder how many scarves Time has.

I really like this picture. Hehe.

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