... and into the Light

It's been a while since I've written anything here. I don't know why. I guess my handwritten journal is giving me more solace. But I feel the need to share.
We had an ice storm this week, and it's officially winter temperatures. I don't mind simply because it's really pretty. The trees, bushes, telephone lines all sparkle in the sunlight. Hell, they even sparkle with the street lamps. It's such a beautiful sight it's lifted my spirits just a little.
My mood... until now, has been anything but extraordinary. The desire to stay housebound has been strong. As has my fear of spending money I don't have... staying in has it's perks, I get to play Tiger Woods, Slingo and improve my nap-taking abilities!

I am back in French class too.. actually 2 of them... I think if I was at work I would be in trouble, there's going to be a lot of work! At least it gives me something to do.

Sometimes, there's something to be said for remembering to srop and smell the roses... or in the case right now, stopping and admiring ht e beauty of your own surroundings. It reminds you that you are alive. It may be too cold to hang out outside, but my window has a pretty nice view! And I am glad I am here to see it.

Labels: ice, roses, winter