Don't Come Any Closer

I woke up about forty minutes ago. I've had a cup of coffee. I've answered a bunch of sweet e-mails and questions about my complete and utter lack of talent when it comes to watercolours. I've put on a fourth sweater, a second pair of socks and some warm underthings. I've fed the stray. I've brushed the neighbor's cat. I will drag my butt to the mailbox down the street to mail a Valentine and maybe buy some orange juice from the corner store. And then? I'm going back to bed. You'll have to wait for my post about reading Pushkin in highschool until tomorrow.