It's over cast and a light snow is falling, a very light snow. Small and insignificant flakes, lacking real purpose and direction. I'm two cups of coffee in, and about the same, surfing the internet, mulling over hair cut ideas....chop it all off? Dye it a strange shade of pastel pink? Stop it. Get back to work. No, read the news. No, check the mail...the real mail.
Thanks, mom. The thought alone makes it feel brighter.