GIVE UP AND GET UP

Tomorrow is supposed to be a sunny day. I sure hope so. Grey grey go away, come again another day. It won't be long, because that's how things seem to roll these days, that it will be screaming hot. The sweat will roll down the fingers making it hard to type. So, before we leave this season, this last bit about snow.

When the snow comes, it's the light and not the cold that lets you know.


My dad says that snow is how you know if you are a kid. If it makes you happy, you're a kid. It's that simple.
— Blythe Woolston, The Freak Observer

Good book that. Snow generally makes me happy. Then again, it is a bit new for me still.

Focus continues to elude me. When I try to nap, I can't relax with all the thoughts of things to do and be running through me. When I give up and get up, I feel tired and listless.

I pushed through a bit today. Trying to break the solitaire and mouth-breathing I am falling into. I managed to do errands, arrange to get both computers running, had an inspirational talk with a dear friend, make pizza, listen to some great music, and clean the kitchen.

Another day, another dollar (spent).