Today was the first day of summer. This traditionally means that I get to melt officially in squillion-degree heat, which hasn't happened yet this year, and if the weather stays like it has been then the season might be almost tolerable. Except, of course, the twenty-fifth, which is very nearly required by law to be eleventy billion degrees in the shade. Even the much-publicised Mortiferous Fauna try to find somewhere cool to hide.
(Still, I'd prefer the weather I was promised last week. Hot and cold running storms? Thanks kindly.)
It also traditionally means twenty-three shopping days left until xmas. And so, my second-last icon space is now occupied by this year's seasonal icon. And, plus side, this one took about a day less to make than This Season did.
I also have my 5th of November icon for next yearplanned plotted, which is a day later than last year. So. Um. We're fine, we're all fine, here, now, thankyou. How are you?
(Still, I'd prefer the weather I was promised last week. Hot and cold running storms? Thanks kindly.)
It also traditionally means twenty-three shopping days left until xmas. And so, my second-last icon space is now occupied by this year's seasonal icon. And, plus side, this one took about a day less to make than This Season did.
I also have my 5th of November icon for next year
