It's snowing and beautiful and, at 7am before there were signs of slush and city barf and sewage and dog urine, the snow fell and all I wanted were warm socks and a puppy and cocoa (I can't drink cocoa) so I could snuggle and enjoy the indoors and outdoors and feel still and quiet and other things one experiences in the state of Vermont.
Instead I had snoring boyfriend and a head injury I have to get an MRI for and no socks (don't tell my grandma who has a thing about sockless feet) and pipes you'd think were auditioning for STOMP but I still had the first substantial snowy morning of winter that isn't technically winter yet. Oh, and like a million other good things. Including the snoring boyfriend.
Because, I, my friends, lead a special, special life.
I am an optimist.