climb the wall to make the sun rise

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning, and I don't know why. I'm content, I'm happy, my life is full of light and sunshine and so I can't fathom why that happened. Bizarre.

Some pictorial evidence of what my life has consisted of the past few days:

Wonderfulness at work. This is Maurice Lebear.


Erika, being adorable, as always. We also painted on Sunday.
Knives Don't Have Your Back

Yesterday was my day off. I made cupcakes, I enjoyed some Craig Thompson (goddamn I love his work), and I fussed around on a canvas. It was an overcast day, everyone was at work, Erika was in day care--so I just slept in and puttered as I pleased. It made me miss the independence and space I had in Fredericton.
I also need to stop buying books. This is what happens when 1) my boyfriend is an English major and 2) I have a disposable income.