nights in white satin

thank god this week is over…

weary bones ache for rest and a warm shower…

Bo and Emmet wait for snuggle time and sleep…

i have begun my yule tide tradition…

i build a doll house and decorate it in christmas junk, for her, but now for something to do…

some things cant be altered or given up as easily as i would like…

there is a chill in the air…

i believe the white eagle of the north has begun to stir…

at least it has in whats left of my soul…