"Ring the bells that still can ring"

Day ten.

Surrounded by pets, mainlining the last season of Flashpoint, foot up in the air.   Feeling chatty, not sure what to do about it.  Light's still in self-exile upstairs, my evening plans canceled on me for very reasonable reasons and nothing feels appealing and I'm alternating cross-stitch, paper journaling and resentfully staring into space.   Oh, and deliberately not funding kickstarter (I've gone two months and one day.  Two more months and I'm taking a ferry to Nova Scotia.)

I want for a project, and for the focus to take it on.   But mostly right now my foot itches.