I spent a rapt forty-five minutes with Milton in Pandemonium, which by rights ought to have been much warmer. My hands are cold again.

Now I must find another place to sit until the tempered complexion of celestial ethers (shakespeare-miltonian for "weather") turn warm again. Besides, I should have someplace for rainy days In Case. But I dislike the hamish haunt muchly when there is no hamish there. How I do love to complain: ) Where does one *go*?? Yes, the library. I should go to the library. Thank you.

I have one post left to make on my online class discussion board before I mumble my way to do a few mundane errands and then to caffe or a hot chocolate. That's one of the things I love about being myself is that I can buy myself hot chocolate and walk around looking at the world through my very own eyes. Don't get me wrong--I like buying other people hot chocolate too: ) And I want to try and see the world through other eyes. But that's different. *squirms in her seat trying to explain*

Anyway, I should be getting back to work. I'm at C until the 15.30 'bus and I will be done before then. I will spot for hot choc./caffe if anybody wants to give me their insight on Milton! Cliffs notes need not apply.

At least I've gotten a lot done today.

I wish there were more Wimsey novels.

*reminds everyone within hearing distance that her hands are SO COLD!*