Whooo, mornings.

Went to bed early(ish), slept fitfully (a phrase which deserves more love, even though it describes a rather unpleasant course of events), and got woken up by the snowplow.

...it occurs to me that the passing of the snowplow suggests that the abnormally warm weather that was dissolving all the ice and slush when I went to bed is probably not on anymore. Drat.

Going to grab something quick to eat and a lot of water, since I've woken up hungry and with a miserable headache, and see if I can get back to sleep. (Possibly write? I have not written in a bit. I think it's too early to do a load of laundry.)

ETA: Snowfall not too bad. Pleasantly tired again. Trying to get out must-do e-mail and go to bed.

Seasonal stress.

In troubled times, it is important to occasionally stop, take a breath, and remember what is important in life.

Mastiff puppies and lion cubs.