While I only lived in the wilds of Virginia for one school year, I still list so many gratitudes from that experience. Being able to simply (well, depending on traffic) pop into Trader's, visit art galleries, hop on Metro, see my Littles within a few moments, etc. etc. etc.
But after an email today where a friend said that some bird dropped cat guts onto her sister's car? I was reminded how much I LOVE living where ospreys do not drop snakes and/or fish guts upon me as I walk home from work.
So. There's that.
Today, we went through another THREE pots of coffee at work and the DJ kept insisting that it was 7 January...time for this grey malaise to be gone.