It’s snowing. That makes me happy.
It’s Friday. That makes me happier.
It’s lunctime. That makes me eat.
It’s worktime. That makes this post over.
Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream after afterall. Now I’m on a silly sugar rush.
EDIT: My brother just called me – he’s leaving early to get to the new town before the weather holds them back.
I did not expect to get teary at the mere thought of them leaving. They’ve been packing and cleaning all week. This should not be a shock.
I’m now convinced that I’m mental.
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