saturday morning.
bread is rising.
tim is drawing.
anna is playing.
big girls are sleeping.

i've begun reading a book that stays in my head even when i'm away from it. it's been a while since that's happened, and i am so glad to have the sensation of bringing the story with me as i move through my day. it's a familiar thing to me; i think since i was a kid, the voice of the book i'm reading would occupy my thoughts next to my own. does that happen to you, or am i just odd?

and, would you think a led zeppelin song an odd choice for a snowy february morning?

enjoy the day! thanks for reading.
tt