I have two confessions to make today. First, when I sit on my couch with my laptop on my lap, catching up on all the news of the day, I'm really mostly doing it to keep my lap warm.
Second, I've started to hate being at work. I think it's the complete lack of windows. Three years is enough of this. Also, I no longer feel like I'm making a difference there. I'm not helping enough, and no one really needs me.
And a bonus confession: Winter is not ended here in the Upper Midwest. The tulips are growing and snowdrops have already faded, but it's snowing little f-bomb white pellets and blowing and gray all over. Sigh.