C is for Car

My car... my poor car. The check engine light has gone off with a key reset, thankfully. However... she needs to be replaced. Sooner rather than later. Bessie has a hard 178,000 on her and has been across Canada and to the states, but she has failed me too many times for me to feel sorry for her.

C is for creativity. None of which I have lately. I have all these crochet projects on the go, half finished. I have no desire to finish my house as of late, despite having wonderful ideas. I think my creativity left with the Christmas spirit.

C is for Cricket. My soul sistah. She has vanished in a poof of reality but I still miss her terribly.

And lastly, C is for cookies. I have a terrible craving for English Bay white chocolate and macedamia nut cookies. Must. Find. Cookies.