Journal to a Muse

It is cold outside. I have a bonus free hour... as I misread my calendar and my next meeting is an hour later than I thought. So I've been net surving, reminding myself why I enjoy soooo many different kinds of things. Writing, painting, talking, being silly OR serious. I "should" use this time to work on DH's yeti socks... but I didn't get much cleep last night... so maybe I'll doze off and see if I can make a "power" nap be powerful rather than just passing the time.