I've been sick as a dog for a week and a half. Now I'm three days on antibiotics and starting to feel better. I'm going to sleep in tomorrow and go to work for half a day. I'm almost looking forward do it - I've watched more trash television this week than I have in the past five years.
Weather forecast for the next four days: snow. And lots of it. I can hardly complain; I feel like my little city has been trying to romance me, trying to make up for it's shortcomings by extending autumn so much later than normal. I've loved every 55 and 65 degree day. We've had more mild weather than I could have hoped for. I'm ready for winter. Bring it on.