It snowed last night and it was beautiful. I was in my office, not the secret one but the one with the big window, and I had my lamp on, and I wrote and read while the windows rattled and my coffee steamed. The ideas were flowing and the moments of last night were good.
Walking home was a blast. Despite the short duration, we had a mini blizzard, full on white-wash for a few hours around 9-11p. I trudged up the sidewalk, Limmers and Teryx happy as they’ve ever been, and by the time I was home my eyebrows were snowy, my cheeks were pink, and I was happy.
Today is a race around. I’m here writing quickly in preparation for a 3p. I’m not sure I’ll make it to training at noon, so I might have to go in after work. I don’t mind. Keeping the body confused is good. That way it keeps growing stronger, staying ready for everything.
