It's snowing outside. It's been snowing since before I woke up. I'm pretty sure God was laughing at me this morning, as I'd prayed the night before that there might be enough snow to close the office. There was instead about enough to make driving a dicey proposition. Ah, well... I got decent sleep in warm fuzzy pyjamas, and now I'm at the office. It's warm enough here that I don't have trouble typing, as has happened two times earlier this week. I'm wearing big stompy shoes - some kind of Reebok climbing shoe from four or five years ago - and no one cares, even though this is an office setting. I have decaffeinated tea and I've just had a leftover roll from yesterday's volunteer luncheon, microwaved so the butter could soak in; Sting is singing on my CD player. About half the office isn't in yet. I'm getting stuff done, albeit slowly, and that's all right because the fact that I'm actually here is enough.
Right now, for me, life is good.