I'm waking up too early, and it's messing with my head. The morning light in the mountains, the light at 9:30 a.m., sliding between the trees.
Currently, it's 34˚F, but they say it feels like 45˚F, which, as it happens, it our forecast high. Suddenly, temperatures in Woodstock are back to normal for early March.
Yesterday I got a little work done on the screenplay. Not much, but some.
I feel like I'll be the last person hanging around when The End finally comes for LiveJournal. I can be the one who shuts off the lights.