Earlier I had the opening of a novel pop into my head. Apart from playing around at NaNoWriMo, and writing I did in my extended juvenalia, I haven't really thought like a novel. I've thought like short stories, but mostly poems. I wonder what that novel would flesh out into, were it to flesh out into a novel.
My shyer kitty is being really affectionate today.
I did some low-key hanging-out socializing yesterday. The people were familiar. Even the unfamiliar people were familiar. It's strange.
I can never remember whether the blue light means my earbuds are recharged or my earbuds aren't done recharging. Or maybe it just means they're recharging, whether they're done or not. They also light up red. I wonder what that means.