some separate slushy statements.

Finding a way to walk in slush without falling, while still maintaining some oomph in your stylin' ego is rough, but also takes your mind off the cold pricking your face.

Dealing with people lately has also been rough, and I'm not sure if it's making the act of displaying the human condition easier or harder.

The sound of the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Trepak on the tele makes me so sad, to put it simply. Missing Nutcrackers and mansions and the people in them. But not the dust or the eight foot tall Christmas trees.

Dance inspires me, so much.

Road trip is happening in January because I've been seriously considering what it is that I need right now that is also possible for me to have at the moment and I decided that something is definitely Adventure. I need it to thrive. I'm thinking Canada. I've been to England, to Wales, to Austria, but I've never been to Canada.

Other than all of that, I guess just

Quiet desire is/was probably so much better than near-regret.