Ya know, it would have been a good day to stay at home. I feel like a left fielder trying to catch fly balls, the calls have come in so fast. So far I've answered "Why can't I send an e-mail to so-and-so's Sprint phone? It says to contact my system administrator..." and "Why am I getting e-mails for this other person?" Must be e-mail day! Haven't had one of those in awhile - I'd forgotten what it was like. The third request was to create a shared calendar in Outlook - yep, looks like e-mail day. Makes me almost glad that it's also meeting day.
On the ride into work this morning I let myself be lost in the foggy mist and enjoyed the last of the snow from this past weekend. It will no doubt be gone soon, soaked into the ground as if it never existed. Snow for me has always held a deeper meaning. I am happiest when it snows, yet I couldn't begin to explain why. So I looked out the window, imagining romantic characters striding across the pure white expanses, and just breathed in the beauty. Snow wraps around the seemingly dead landscape, and whispers promises of rebirth and renewal as it gently cradles the world in its soft, white blanket.
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