I'm a genuine little monster today, hungry in all the least flattering ways, tripping over my words and feet, lurking about. A little bit of a mood--not a bad one, but distinct. I think there's snow coming in.

My month of saying the things I'm thankful for here is drawing toward a close. I like a lot about doing it: being more forcefully positive and appreciating the good things that fill my life. I've tried to think about little, specific overlookable things as much as the big ticket items.

This is a bit silly, but I also like that it's reminded me to post more--a trend I'd like to keep up in December.

Tonight I'm grateful for small, hopeful things: an easy, healthy dinner, clothes laid out, lunch packed and bag ready, a clean kitchen. I'm thankful for fresh flowers by my kitchen sink I bought myself that make me happy when I wash dishes, for sparkly green nail paint.

I'm not yet used to the noise the wind makes whipping around the corner of the house here. Being up on a hill, it sounds like the whole world is coming in. There's a Cheshire cat smile moon up, and it's hard to think about snow when it's still almost sixty. I just remembered a really dumb hairstyle I used to do back in high school when my hair was long, and so I put it up, dorkily, and now I'm listening to the wind.