magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

No accumulation of snow. Just a few flakes mixed in with this morning's cold April showers. As it tapered off though, a good number of forsythia bushes and daffodils around the neighbourhood popped open. Said snow and rain were certainly not ideal errand running weather, but I spent the morning out and about as errands needed to be run. Managed to time it all well though, and sit out the heaviest downpour indoors over a cup of coffee.

The afternoon, and in fact evening, and in fact later, was spent in my studio (slash office). Work-work, school-work, and fake-work. First it was 3, and it was just nice to be somewhere warm. Then it was 5 and the rain was still batting against the window. Then it was 7 and the setting sun peaked out from behind the clouds and lit up the city in orange. Then it was 9 and dark. Then it was 11 and I was hungry. Then it was 1 and why the fuck didn't I go home four or five hours ago and make dinner?

So finally dinner, or what passed for it: tortilla chips, hummus, and beer. A little TV to wind things down. Bed.