My daughter cried when the light in the room went out. Weird, because she knows I can change a light bulb. Still, I wonder what it is she thinks she lost, the way she cried.

I'm losing my mind. I cannot find my special bookmarks and pens, and it's driving me crazy. I never forget where I put my things, thanks to the obsessive compulsive within me.

Grinded some ink yesterday, and did a couple of little sketches in charcoal afterwards.

Did some cleaning in my closet yesterday. Found two big, warm sweaters, and washed them... I'll be needing them in this weather.

I've predicted it will snow in Florida this year. My husband looked at me like I'm crazy; I guess he was trying to figure out if I was serious or not. He's usually afraid of my predictions. Sometimes, so am I.

Was rummaging through some pictures, and found a couple of Falkor. I cried. I miss him so much.

I'm off to grind some more ink.