Before the sun rose this morning, A Futile And Stupid Gesture was playing on the television.
The coffee was strong, the dogs were sleeping and the weather people had completely botched the forecast of "a dusting at most" with the arrival of several inches of fresh powder.
Laura packed up and headed to work and as we hugged, I blurted out, "movies like this remind me that I'm not a complete fuck up."
We shared a laugh and she left for the day. Schools are delayed by two hours since the guessers with radar were wrong.
Lately, there has been plenty to watch and reflect on. To consume and then ponder.
With a man baby bully in power and the entire population in a seemingly endless bad mood, it is hard to be an optimist.
To survive online, you've got to learn to laugh at the insanity and scroll on past the lunatics. The issues arise when your friends and people you respect choose to share or react to things that baffle you that things become harder.
Every day it seems that someone new feels compelled to expound about how others should act. I've run out of fingers to count the number of ways I'm living life wrong according to them.
Being back in a classroom means less time in front of a screen looking at feeds. In a few short days that his proven to be a needed and welcomed change in my life.
Having something to focus on, in this case teaching the next generation, is the change I needed to start this year off on the right foot.
Looking forward rather than around feels like the best approach lately.
The snow is continuing to fall outside and at this point, I have no idea what the hours ahead hold, but I'll hunker down, plan my lectures for the rest of the week and make the most of what matters in life.