brushed-steel silver sky
pressing down toward the earth
squirrel curls up tight
Apparently a barely caffeinated brain + snowy mornings = haiku. Who knew?
It's supposed to snow later today, great mountains of it, in Winter's last hurrah. (Okay, really, February's last attempt at pretending to be the harsh, fierce mistress we usually dread, but who got beaten up by March this year and has been crying in the corner ever since). While it's not supposed to start until closer to lunch time, there are a few flakes already beginning to fall; small, white harbingers of the storm to come. Today would be a good day to curl up on the couch with hot cocoa, blankets, and a good book (or notebook) and put in some serious creative time... alas, the day job beckons, and since I'm the only one in CS until Friday, playing hooky is sadly out of the question.
Meh, tomorrow I'll work from home (and avoid the ridiculousness that will be the commute in tomorrow's installment of the Great Snowpocalypse of 2012) and at least be able to do the "curl up with hot cocoa, blankets" part while I work from my laptop.