Ice Queen

Sometimes beauty is buried and must be coaxed out of its shell.
[Don't look too closely here--I think this apple? may be rotten.]
 Image from http://www.pugetsoundblogs.com/.

Not much to say tonight--or much I'm ready or willing or free to say.

One day at a time.

Grateful for planned fun, even in the future [a shopping expedition with boot camp friends]. For supportive, compassionate voices on the other end of my blog posts and the other end of my phone. For work assignments--license to dig into topics [car repair, interior design, travel, healthful eating] on behalf of readers who want to know. For kind editors with heart. For a warm, stylish sweater and good tights. For lip gloss. For the chance to sprint at boot camp, even though it's really, really hard. For being loved--H. calling Ali? from the next room, Figgy saying she loves us, Sugar curling up tight next to me for a nap, Sis phoning to check in from her jazz cruise ship docked in Puerto Rico.

For ice cracking, thawing, in more ways than one. Slowly, painfully, but still.....

Mother Nature really does give me some perfect examples to work with sometimes.

Good night.