Sitting outside also reinforces my desire for patio furniture (Patty O'Furniture also happens to be my favorite Irish name). Something simple and small, perhaps in black and wrought iron, where I can read and take my tea. I have no idea where to begin, or how to keep from spending an arm and a leg (which would make reading and taking my tea less comfortable than it is now).
Noticed that I'm being de-friended on LiveJournal at a rate of one a day this week. Lots of it seems to be people reevaluating their own journaling (how removing friends helps in that process is mysterious to me, but it's not my thought process that matters). Some is probably just changing interests. It's not a big deal in the least; I just noticed that friendings and de-friendings both seem to happen in spurts. My inner sociologist is intrigued, and probably a little bored.
Speaking of online phenomena, I took a little 20-question relationship styles quiz that scared the bejeezus out of me. Odd that it would take a disturbing result to get me questioning these things when my inner sociologist, paired with my inner counselor, knows they're absolutely bogus. Not to say they never hit the mark or provide insight, but I know 20 questions can't possibly yield a valid or reliable result, not to mention that I know nothing about authorship, bias, and testing of the instrument. "Which Angel Character Are You?" is as likely to be accurate. Oh, and I'm Wesley, no matter what it says.
Will I try to take it again later? You can count on it.