|Soon you will be dancing on top of the world"|
I make a cup of tea, throw on another log, pick up the journal and work out a few thoughts.
Take advantage of a bit of ephemera to start a page. Last night's fortune cookie got me started. "Soon you will be sitting on top of the world." I like dancing better.
(This is an armchair shot. I held the journal out and took a few snapshots, no need to get up and waste all that warmth from my lap robe. I am really nesting!)