Subconscious Sorting

I like my brain, particularly the workings of it that I can't directly experience.

So when, like today, I wake up thinking of a manuscript I started reading last week--one that needs a lot of work (well, a medium amount of work, as edits go), but that creates an amazingly vivid mood--I know it's a good idea to get back on that, and soon.

We had our first snow flurries last night. I had friends over, and each brought something to make a lasagna. I'd spent the day making strange colors and shapes and pinwheels out of sugar cookie dough and food coloring (and now there are neon color sets! So strange).

With Stash's "White Christmas" (white tea, green tea, and mint) tea and some cuddly pillows, I read on.