This morning, digging out my car* with a sliver of moon overhead, I felt pretty good about myself. This whole winter weather thing can be exhausting and trying, but sometimes it offers chances for one to feel good about just surviving and getting to work at all.
And then I came home, made breakfast, read some of the stories I've been ignoring for a few days, and was slothful.
*This sort of thing is a bonding experience. I don't particularly like this car, but when I put in quite a bit of work to get it out while it's holds up it's part of the deal by providing a warm place for me to defrost my fingers I can't help but feel a bit kindly toward it.
And then I came home, made breakfast, read some of the stories I've been ignoring for a few days, and was slothful.
*This sort of thing is a bonding experience. I don't particularly like this car, but when I put in quite a bit of work to get it out while it's holds up it's part of the deal by providing a warm place for me to defrost my fingers I can't help but feel a bit kindly toward it.
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...to me, behind a keyboard, in the warm, with flexing, non-frozen fingers, that is. ;-)
Still, I'm with you on the benevolence engendered by earned warmth.
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