It’s snowing like a motherfucker** outside. Sure, sure it’s no DC snowmageddon, but it’s still snowing like hell. It’s supposed to snow for the next day and a half. After I white-knuckled it home from Sister #2’s last night (doing 45 in the 65 the entire 6.2 miles) I gave myself a mental high five for not having to leave the house until the snow ends.
Some days it’s good to be a stay-at-home freelancer.
Of course, it’s 2 p.m. now and I’m taking a break between jobs and I’m kinda craving a cookie and longing for the ol’ lunch bunch at Hell, Inc. Because 2ish was when we would stop what we were doing and toss some break and bake cookies in the toasty. It was always a nice break in the day and right now I could really go for the distraction of inter-office gossip, jokes, and various small talk.
The cats, they suck at gossip (but Paco kicks ass at laying on my feet and keeping them warm).
*yes, that’s a blatant attempt to get the Facts of Life theme song lodged in your skull
**not spending great amounts of time around other humans makes me want to swear more