December 1 -snow day

Slow-moving, easy on the eyes, the whiteness is comforting. Could spend the day in the relative warmth and comfort of the coffee shop listening to the owner's Sinatra standards and sipping my now-cold mocha. I persist for the chocolate on the bottom. This may be the day I say to h--- with bills, files, emails. today may be the day when I open the closet door to my art supplies, take out some stuff at random and see where it leads. My new theme, safe and satisfied, needs to be reinforced over and over until it takes the place of my body's old standard of safe but sad. 62 and I'm still learning or, at least, coming up with new perspectives. On to the next thing; since I battled 8 inches of snow at 6:45 to get here, I think I'll return home via the Y's weight class. Then, let the snow fly some more!