I have a warm tray of brownies. I have a fresh pot of coffee. The kids are being reasonably well behaved. Its dark and cold, and I'm not in the mood for chores.
So I opened up my WIP file and realized: This crummy, crummy, single digit, house can't seem to warm up above 58 degree weather has given me WRITERS BLOCK. And a stuffy nose.
I'm going to huddle on the couch, play Mario, and count the hours until my husband gets home. (4 or so...)
Because right now I am just too cold to move and too cold to think. And that's WITH the wool hat on!