7Feb2012 fullmoon edition: gray day = chilly worktime in the writingshed. Bit drafty, no sunrays to cook the place up. Barnheater churns away.

The water froze again in my drinking cup here overnight.

I have conceived a form for the Thing I Wrote, so I suppose I should go inside and up to the officebed computer and make that happen. I want to print and submit it this week. And start on the next Thing.

Best get on with it, then.