listening(on repeat): baby, it's cold outside-- betty carter and ray charles.

working on the muscovite's scarf. merino and cashmere. so f*cking soft. i'd like an entire room made of this substance. perhaps a different shade though. the yarn store had beautiful skeins of noro. and a lush. a lush that laughed exactly like a small aggressive primate from the forested depths of borneo. those make lousy clerks.

spent time with the sister. she's looking so much better. moving slowly though.

a train is trumpeting in the background. means i'll have to go for a walk soon. brr.

listening to riu riu chiu. i don't know who is singing.

yes. i'm listening to christmas music. what of it?

well.