I made beads today. I can't remember the last time I got to do that. I've been wanting to make trees... so that's what I did. Plus some of my little flower wheels. In some strange black glass color that reduces to metalic. No idea what rod I grabbed.
Basics... my feel-good beads. Except I'm not feeling it. Why is that? I should be bouncing off the walls with Obamania. Except I'm feeling a bit bad for him, what a mess he inherited. Plus November rains are here and oh are they cold and dark and wet. Which is fine if it's only a day or two or four. But it's going to be months and months of this. And... well, just stuff. I'm pooped out. October does that to me every year.
So I read a good series of books last week - the whole series, yes. Twilight and New Moon and Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. They suck you in, trust me. Vampires and werewolves and love stories. Not the deepest reading in the world... but a good escape. Give them a try if you are feeling the need to run away too.