Hello everyone!

Well, I'm *finally* feeling like my old self. I have battled the Ick bravely, and I have overcome. Go me!

Seriously, though, I really don't handle being sick well. I never get flu shots, for my father rarely ever got sick until he started taking them. Now? Every year he gets the flu, so I figured if they make a man who never-gets-ill sick, then what are they going to do for a woman who germs just love? You know, it's the cat syndrome:you've heard of how people who hate cats are the ones that a cat is attacted to? It's the same way for me and colds. I hate them, and they love me. Go figure.

Anyway, after beating my cold to a bloody pulp with loads of NyQuill and gallons of orange juice, I am finally up and moving. My beloved husband had the joy of playing both Mama and Daddy to both our young children while I was down and out, but now I'm resuming the role. I spent all day Friday and Saturday straigtening and re-organizing my sunroom, and I've turned it into my personal space/art studio. It's beautiful. It's my Autumn Room, complete with autumn vines, glittery pinecones, and Amy Brown framed prints. I am very, very happy with it. Now, all I need is the time to sit down and enjoy it!:)

So, other than cleaning, sketching, and listening to an insane amount of Blackmore's Night, I have not been doing much else. Hopefully, I'll have some finished pieces to upload soon. I discovered I have an indecent amount of WIPs in my desk, and they are begging me to finish them.

Warm wishes,

stace