Aw, it wasn't no thing. I mean, I called out of work, but there were a lot of reasons for that.
Got outta bed lateish, mostly drank coffee (and a spoonful of almond butter.) Worked on some poetry and read for a bit, had lunch around 1:
The snow wasn't super deep but it was damn cold out. Wanted to go for a walk, but first I prepared myself with a cup of ginger tea and opened the window to test the waters, so to speak. (Not in the literal sense, like these freaks!)
When I cracked the kitchen window open to go sit on the fire escape, Haxan came running into the room, skidding to a stop on her fuzzy paws. You could almost hear the *eeeeerrrrTTTTT* skreech as she was hit with a cold gust of wind.
Then I went on a real walk. I mean, like, off my property.
When I got back, damned if I didn't want a hot toddy (via Faulkner) but I just had some miso soup.
Go snuggle with a furbaby or something!