It’s snowing again. I’m cold.

I didn’t write today. This wasn’t because I was lazy it was because I was busy. Also, I need to find perspective.

I took apart my chair today. You know, my chair. Brown, wooden, I made it at Camosun. It’s been under my bed holding sheets. Now it’s two pieces of wood and some sticks. And some screws, because they all came out.

I have new slippers. They are light green and warm. Also, fuzzy inside.