Good morning, world. It's Saturday. The sun is coming up, the coffee is brewed, we're expecting nicer weather. "Nicer" is a broad, generous way of saying "eh, it's not snowing…
The snow continues. I've been up since around 6am. Chaucer was hanging out around my pillows, sealing all the bed's warmth under the blankets and overheating me. I untangled myself,…