Firstly, my turtles are finally coming back to life. During the winter they barely ever ate or even moved, but now they're eating tons and swimming around like the adorable little sea puppies they are. Unfortunately, that also means they're back to fighting over food no matter how much I spread it out. Seriously, turtle babies, you guys don't have to fight over one piece when there's like twenty more within grabbing distance.
I've been doing more art and been wanting to do more writing, but apparently I don't have time for both. I really need to get back into sewing and costuming mode. I did write an article for a book on the new series of Doctor Who. It's not going to be a big well-known book or anything, but it still feels good to feel like I am actively participating in life.
I feel like I've been pretty subdued here in Chicago. I don't feel like I have as many adventures.
For 221B Con, I am going to take a week for Atlanta and spend some quality time with people. Hopefully it will help me with my nearly constant homesickness, either by making me realize why I left or by making it worse and convincing me that my urge to move back is more than just my "grass is greener" attitude.
Snow is pretty, but it doesn't make you want to go outside for half the year.
NO CUT, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SEE TURTLES
Look at these adorable turtle puppyfaces! Babies!
You see the little dark spot on his shell scales? That used to be the size of his entire shell scale. They're not that big, but sometimes I forget just how teensy tiny they used to be.
Okay, back to cleaning. I have house guests this weekend, so I'm being all host-like and cleaning. But, you know, that requires a lot of internet breaks.