Last night after physical therapy and Lost, I went to the grocery store to stock up on bread, milk, cookies, a sixer of Michelob Ultra Light and double A batteries.

This morning, I made myself a lovely steamy bowl of cream of wheat, the traditional “snow day” food of my ancestors.

Yesterday, I had my furnace fixed when I woke up to find it hovering around 50 degrees in my kitchen and moving my thermostat all the way to eleven produced no result.  It’s now toasty warm in here.  I even have wood for my fireplace.

My cat is looking especially fluffy and cuddly today.

I have three Netflixes sitting on top of my television.

There’s already about 3 inches down on the ground, and I just saw a pickup truck fishtail on the road right outside my cottage.

I’m still in a romantic-I’m-part-of-a-larger-whole mood after seeing the lunar eclipse on Wednesday, and then on Thursday morning before sunrise the moon so bright it hurt my eyes, and last night low in the sky, deeply orange, and twice normal sized.

The people on the radio are saying don’t travel unless you absolutely have to.

I’m wearing my favorite hoodie and fluffy socks given to me by SisterAlyson.

So I ask you, I ask you, why in the world am I upset that because we have a huge event on Wednesday, I have to go to work today?