these are strange days

This morning's sunrise. It's Sunday evening now. It's so dark. My brother is here, making some sort of dessert thing that he had me run down to the store for ingredients. I always start writing these posts when I don't feel like being eloquent. And I was just told to go study economics. So I think I'll just post this, and then come back and explain the "strangity" of these days later, when I have a little bit more time. This is my scarf by the way. I got the pattern/inspiration from iHanna's il bloggo. It's so pretty and soft. I've had to rip it up a lot, I keep tripping up, so it's a little knobbly and uneven, but as my mom said, it adds character.