There’s something of an impulse to feel as though I did a tough thing today. It was just driving home, but the saga of me driving in snow and hating it has been posted here ad nauseum. Still 90 minutes later, home, pushed through, did not die.
Ate low-carb, had some Italian soda + booze, feeling fine about it.
In an odd turn of events, more of the guy vs. less. Okay. I am not sure at all about what anything means, but fine. I will just stumble forward.
Please, snow day, please.