I am feeling positive this morning. Not entirely sure why given the fact that right behind me is a veritable whiteout situation. I don’t have to immediately leave work, which is the only way that I think I’m not flipping out. I will, I suppose, have to eventually leave work. I’m deciding on the bus, but it’s a matter of whether or not I’m driving myself to the bus station or no. I’ve got boots in the car, at least. There is an element of peace working here where I know, on these days like this, crap flying from the heavens upon us, I don’t have to necessarily find the huge well of resources within to sort out how I’m going to sleep at my house tonight. How, in this 1-3 inches, I will endure?
Maybe it’s the activation energy! Which I announced with an exclamation point as I got myself upright relatively quickly this morning for an early meeting. Up I rose, careening into the heavy, extensive fog. It didn’t feel impossible. Days with an hour later start and I am on the constant edge of death.