the icon has no meaning other than my wanting to stare at dear old chris while i was typing this.
i told doc my plan of moving the coffee table and spreading my beading stuff out on the living room floor until i could come up with an idea of something to make. he told me it never used to be like that, i would just take out what i needed and go to work. things are different now.
doc left me a full pot of coffee and we all know how happy that makes me. i also have a two liter of coke waiting for me. yummy decadence.
leeloo in her sleeping box under the workroom desk
leeloo sleeping on her favorite thing, a plastic bag. tied up so she can't get into it and laid on the floor, it is a perfect leeloo bed.