Back to looking in the mirror again, it is hard to get the imagination running sometimes. I am afraid I am still operating under the concept that anything is better than nothing. Still, I suppose the change of seasons can be observed in the changing wardrobe. The fleecy stuff is of the essence at present as the evenings chill down and I hold off lighting the stove as it isn't quite cold enough to warrant it. Off to a meeting about a possible work project tomorrow, so perhaps I will try to store some scene from that for tomorrows effort.