I so want this coat. I've been dressing in black, umber, gray for so long. I think I want a little flash.

The morning mist is burning off. I have that odd stuffed-head feeling that I normally have when it's misty, and when a story is beginning to come together. I need to reread what I have of the current Jill book to make sure I have all the threads in place before I start weaving the critical second third of the book.

I'm taking things one day at a time, yes. But that doesn't mean I can't...