I am relaxed, sitting here in front of the computer. Josh Groban is singing "My December." A haunting and beautiful song. I have several tabs up. Word Count Journal, my blog dashboard, YouTube, Little Red Reading Hood. Although I am not logged into the latter yet.

My little sister just asked if Josh Groban still performs concerts. I said he does. She said that she and I should go to one together. No boys allowed, she said. Except for Josh, she ammends. Then she smiles and giggles. She climbs up into my lap and watches me type this. She tells me she loves me and that she knows I've been sad lately. She's more perceptive than I give her credit for.

"My December" just ended. I'm in the mood to write something angsty. Or sad. Or beautiful. Heh, the latter is rather difficult to pull off.

"Remember" is playing now. Also a beautiful and haunting song. It's making me want to write even more. But I might go play this song on the piano when I'm done here. Or maybe "Remember When It Rained" instead.

I'm sad, yes, but I am content.