Thursday already?

Odd sort of day; feeling as if I have a lot more free time, but having trouble figuring out what to do with it. Or what to do first, which is resulting in not much of anything getting done.

Actually, I suppose the odd thing is that I'm not worrying about this. Usually not getting stuff done stresses me out, which leads to more things not getting done, which (unsurprisingly) ends up in an unproductive cycle that's just embarrassing.

( To do: )

It's cold outside, but I suppose that's not going to improve as the day goes on, so I will try to get Piper out soon.

Other news, I seem to have gotten the number of partially-read books by the side of my bed down to something reasonable. Trying to continue in this vein before picking up any new ones. ...and I really should see about putting up the list of books I want to rehome sometime soon, but I am not going to worry about that today. (There's probably something out there that turns phones into ISBN scanners that produce neatly typed lists of book titles. Which would be kind of cool, and speed things up immeasurably.)

Ow.

Winter has arrived. Winter, here, is defined as "that season wherein I go out to walk Piper and come back in with the disturbing notion that my eardrums are being frozen." Which is really a disconcertingly uncomfortable sensation.