You must be lost

So, I'm going to actually start going back and talking about October for a bit, since I sort of missed it here. Maybe these can count as writing exercises. Whatever. It's cold and dark there's a constant mist in the air and I'm solar powered and require temps above 70 to function properly. This day has me wanting to curl up in a ball and do nothing, so I might as well write something. I'm afraid to work on my novel for fear I might snowball it again. I'm kind of at a stopping point at the moment and I'd like to keep it that way to get some obligations out of the way before picking it up again.

Remember that butterfly that I saved for like 18 hours from the bitter cold before Mogwai decided to make it a mid-morning snack? (p.s. I have still not made butterfly wing pendants) Well, the very next day. . .

( Cut for those sensitive about cute furry creatures. I promise I'll keep it from being too graphic, but can't promise it's not a little sad. )