It is Monday morning. Grey.
Snow has been falling all week and more fell last night, so everything is fresh and beautiful, but I am blue.
I am reconsidering my job today, being a mother and all. It’s not seeming like such a good fit for my skill set. My skill set, such as it is, I am finding quite limited. I am confident I am qualified to run around shrieking and I think I could handle holding both my hands beside my face while I do it.
I am also extremely good at laying about and reading.