I've been a real busy-body the past two weeks... doing my regular old waitress work, painting watercolors based on some ancient Islamic tile work and trying to compose a pattern from them for a lady's kitchen curtains, trying to re-create an out-of-print Moliere-themed fabric, making new pillow material for my own projects on Etsy, and getting ready to be a vendor at the Christmas Market that will be at the train station in Orange this Saturday. I finally made bread (and already ate it up). It has been magically warm the past few days. The other night I had my door open for hours while I was at the sewing machine, listening to Chopin nocturnes, and I could even hear crickets singing outside in the darkness. There were no bugs around to fly into the light, only a couple giant wolf spiders scampering across the floor, which don't bother me anymore... I got used to hundreds of them in my parents' basement during my childhood. Yesterday while I was at my work table with the door open, I heard rustling and saw a flash of brown from the corner of my eye. That scared me. My impulse thought was 'rat'! But the rustling was only the claws of a little bird on the floor, and he quickly excused himself back outside to the bushes.