It’s supposed to be 65 degrees today. How wonderful is that? Sixty-five and sunny! πŸ™‚ I am definitely going out and about. I will enjoy it until the snow starts flying again this weekend. Trees aren’t budding yet, so I am pretty sure more snow than what’s forecasted this weekend is on its way. I hear birds all the time, though, so that’s encouraging.

Lately, whenever I try to comment on Live Journal, the page freezes up before I can scroll down to the submit button, and when I try to reload, it goes extra slow. Is anyone else having this problem? I wonder if it’s a Google Chrome (my current browser of choice) issue.

I have some serious cleaning to do. Not only do I need to clean my bedroom, but I also need to clean the living room and Aidan’s room. Cleaning. Moof. And then there is the trip to the grocery store, because we’ll need to get food for Aidan, and beef for me. I can’t get enough BEEF these days. I am probably low on iron or something. Mmm, beef.

Chicken, though, I can take or leave these days. I like it once a week or so, but other than that, blech.

For a while, I was sleeping at night and being up in the day. Now I am easing back into my normal night owl tendencies. I just love the middle of the night. It’s peaceful. I can listen to new music. Nothing’s open, I can’t call anyone, I don’t relish walking around in the middle of the night, not in this neighborhood. I love the middle of the night. I don’t feel pressured to do anything except BE.

I’m trying to decide which book I want to read next. Oh, I know. I think it’s going to be Twenty Boy Summer. It’s in my room next to the bed waiting for me. πŸ™‚ I just read North of Beautiful, which I enjoyed. A LOT. πŸ™‚

What are your plans for the weekend? I have none, except for preparing for Aidan’s visit. And reading, reading, reading.

I love when I am exposed to new music AND I LIKE IT. Some stuff I’ve been turned on to recently: Pixie Lott, Alexz Johnson, Jason Derulo, and Sirenia. πŸ˜€ And… Matt Morris. He used to be a Mouseketeer. Now he’s blowing up and his song The Un-American is INCREDIBLE. YAY for having music to write to.

I should go to bed. I have a noon lunch date, and I know it’s going to be hard enough rolling out of bed in time to make it. I don’t need to push it. Time to get the cats out of the bedroom (or else Helena will decide that my feet is something to pounce on and keep doing it over and over and over) and snuggle Adam under the covers.

‘Til next time.