Since semester's end, I've been working on projects from home. Mainly a book review, and editing friends' manuscripts and stories. I've probably said that a million times by now. If I repeat something enough, I'll end up adhering to it. That's how it works, right?
My sunroom has been poorly neglected since I moved in to my apartment on the northside. It's kinda grungy, if you can't tell from the photo. The table and chair are my mother's from when she lived in Moscow (Vermont, not in Russia. That would be a cooler story, but the one in the 802 is a small, minuscule town outside of Stowe). It's been a nice breezy place to work in the mornings since the sun doesn't hit this side until 1 pm. Everyone's flowers are blooming in the neighborhood, and lilac has been the top scent for the past few days. Currently listening to: Modern Vampires of the City and feeling pretty damn great.
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