So it’s about 55 degrees outside and raining. With the exception of last Friday (or, Let’s Throw Our Back Out Day) and a little on Saturday, the weather has been for crap lately. As a result, I’ve not been writing very well, or taking pretty pictures, or being creative in any fashion. So right now I have to take time out, slap myself around a little, and think about all the positives that are currently happening:

• The office and blue room, which are awaiting the attentions of Ben, the friendly helpful electrician, tomorrow night;
• Moving two people’s worth of living upstairs, and beginning to use the other half of our house;
• The waves of daffodils, tulips, and other bulbs blooming in the side garden;
• The Patron Saint of Dysfunctional Weddings, whose birthday is today, and who is fashioning the headpiece for Jen (shout-outs to you);
• Jen’s sudden promotion from a two-week freelance gig to part time work two miles from our house;
• Five weeks to the wedding and no dead bodies;
• The Federal Government, whose loan came due just in time to pay for half our honeymoon to Italy.

The weather is clearing up this weekend, by all accounts, and hopefully so will my creative block.