Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A good start.

Rolled out of bed early this morning, snuggled with Sofa the Cat and washed my face. Meandered to the kitchen and started the coffee. Wrapped myself in a warm fuzzy blanket and camped out at the dining room table. Deliberately set aside the hellacious article I spent most of last night editing for the Journal of Fun and Wonderment.

Sat very still.

Drank a delicious, nutty, rich cup of coffee. Ate a dark chocolate brownie. Spent some time alone with my thoughts, ignoring my to-do list. Watched the snow fall.


It's things like these that keep me from locking my terrible 2L staffers in the basement.


Happy Mardi Gras. Live it up, and give thanks for the little things.

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How public—like a Frog—
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