I’m tempted to write a whiny post about how long my day was and how much holiday weeks kick my ass at the paper. But whatever, it’s a job and I’m gonna shut my trap. Lots of people are way worse off than I am, and overall I have a pretty amazing gig. But I *will* say that when I finally escaped after twelve long hours under fluorescent lights dreaming of snuggling in on the couch with a glass of wine and my man, my car had a thick coating of ice all over it, and I couldn’t leave. I didn’t wear gloves today (silly me), so you get a photo of the ice coating my windows that I shot while patiently waiting for the heater to melt it all away.
*Written as I snuggle on the couch with my man. See? It all works out.