Monday morning. Blah. My stitches itch and are coming out today if I have to do it myself. Fortunately, I have a doctor's appt at 4:00, if I can stand it that long. On a work related note, the upgrade is done, our folks are all happy, but other areas are not so happy. Once again, I'm manning the phones, discussing possible causes and their solutions with other departmental support people. But that's okay, I like this particular role, since helping is what I enjoy most.
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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