OT/OOC

I'm still feeling a little guilty for having bought the embroidery sewing machine. I could have done a lot of other things with that money, including investing in solar panels for our roof. But I got to admit, I don't know the first thing about solar panels and very little about getting off the grid. And yet I look at gas prices and my NYSEG bill and that fucking war in Iraq, and I weep. My carbon footprint is too damn large, and I'm not sure how I can begin to shrink it.

I worry too much, I know. And perhaps I put my worries here publically even more too much.

The wedding wallhanging is almost done. The fabric for the full Elizabethan outfit is almost here. Now if only I could figure out how to request more work so I can up my paycheck a wee. The easiest way for that is to start writing again. I don't know why I haven't. I need to finish the necro story, or The Real Story here. Or at the very least, open them and read them. And write a little. Even if it's just an hour a day. A lot can change with just an hour a day.  ¶ 11:28 AM