Umm, I mean, a change of seasons.
The last week or so has been full of change. Our dog walker got the boot, because she is just not dominant enough over Victor to give him a good walk. Instead, I'm making sure that his morning and evening walks are at least 2 miles long. In the land of TMI, he didn't poo on our 2.5 mile walk this morning, so I am hoping I don't come home to a mess tonight. Yesterday was fine, so I'm hoping that this change works for him. It will certainly work with the budget.
I've been working on cross-stitch. Before work and over lunch, lots of little exes and even more backstitch. While I have a pair of socks to work on and a couple of sweaters that is now cold enough to want to wear, instead I'm working on a little decorative project because I'm in that final stretch. You know, that time in a project when it is almost done, close enough that you can feel it, and so you want to work on that project to the exclusion of all others just so it will be done, done, done. Yeah, I'm there.
I'm still playing Dragon Quest IX. More importantly, I'm ignoring plot in favor of level grinding, and I'm ignoring level grinding in favor of collecting all of the pieces to make a gold bar, so I can make a second goddess ring. In the land of boring people out of their mind, this comes almost as high on the list as Rimmer's blow by blow recounts of his Risk games. Yup, that boring.
Soon we will be repainting rooms that have asked for repainting since last November. It will be a few weeks of spackling and scraping wallpaper trim off of the walls.
Sooner than that we will be going to a friend's wedding in Las Vegas.
And even sooner than that (aka, already done) my hair is only 2 short shades away from bright frickin' purple.