It's a very picturesque snowpocalypse.
In other news, I'm finding the question of which yoga DVD to use this morning taxing. Which is not a good sign for today's productivity.
I've reached the point in the post-novel ennui where I am bored as hell and want to work, but the brain is not yet cooperating with usable material. I'm getting, you know, inklings of ideas, but nothing useful.
2010 was an epic push, and I need to give myself time to recover. I Know this. But the restlessness does not.
I should use this opportunity to catch up on my reading, if I can muster enough focus.