The Scotto Grotto (org)

Trillian’s been pesky the last couple of times I’ve tried yahooing, so I’m going back to the original on this system.

Got to spend some giggle time talking to my sweetie this morning, before work…she makes me smile, but our time was too short. Drat my having to go in! I still have an image in my head of BB with bright red boots on. I really enjoy it when we synch up. It’s my feeling that the autumn surge of creativity and wisdom will continue… My thoughts are of us together, and it makes me smile.

After I finish the belly dancer, I think the boys’ll be next. I need to trade for the pictured figure, and I think I can make a Newtie and a Blackie. Either that, or find some panther toys and paint them up, and put on a stand instead. I rather like the latter, for the serene look that they have.

I’m back in my mole-hole now, with lights down low and sandalwood burning off to the side.

I’ve got some positive thoughts, focusing on them. I’m happy that I have some good touchstones. I remember sharing a secret memory with my sweetheart on Halloween night last year… something only she and I know. She’s a bright beacon that warms my heart.

My bro has gathered information today about getting extra medical aid… he’s going to gather multiple copies, so I can go over it and compare to my insurance… between the two, we’ll get things straightened out.

Work seems to be slowly, *slowly* gathering some semblance of structure again. I feel the kinks there unwinding, but it’s still a little tense.

I’m pondering what to carve into a pumpkin if I get one this year.