Pumpkin Pancakes

It's 8:00 am right now on a Tuesday morning, and even though it's only the second day back at school I'm already counting down to summer and contemplating another cup of coffee. I feel terrible cribbing so much because I'm really under a delusion, thinking I work a lot, and when I actually examine my evening I feel pretty pathetic. 
But the sun is up and glowing, and it's a mild winter morning. I wrote to my grandpa this morning with photos of my art that he wanted to see, I'm going to do some yoga- something I haven't had the chance to do in days, and perhaps make myself something interesting for breakfast. It's little things like these that wake you up, pick you up, and give you a little push. Because when you've got such lovely, subtle things around you, it seems a shame to complain and, quite frankly, live in denial.

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