Sweet Winter Blues

Our house is a bloody mess but the living room is coming together. Tired. I am eating and laying around too much but it is what I always seem to do when the weather turns and winter comes to the Midwest Coast. I don't mind. There is just a little hibernating bear in me that longs to say, "Fuck the Ranger Boob! What's he ever done for us?"

Resting with Kim. We are listening to Joanna Newsome as the cold wind blows outside. Happy.