I just pulled a bunch of shirts out of my closet because I haven't worn them since we moved and when I went through them I didn't find one that was "Oh, so that is where that shirt is", so out they go. Now to move them from the pile in my room to a donation center.

For the record, I never cleaned the bathroom or got work done yesterday. But I do feel good about bringing a bag to Goodwill! And I only brought home one sweater and two books.

Oh my good god, SNOW. This town is so unprepared for storms like this. There's just not enough *room* -- the borough dates back to the early 1700s, when you were parking your horse in a stable, not your car on a street.

That's it for winter, right? We're done now?

That's it for winter, right? We're done now?

I believe that it's up to Mr. Groundhog to decide, next week.

Given the host of this mtg has not appeared and is under the contract with admin leave, I think this meeting is not happening.

Given the host of this mtg has not appeared and is under the contract with admin leave, I think this meeting is not happening.

Whatevs, you showed up and can charge the time!

I went out and shoveled for a while, then walked the dog. There's not actually that much more for us to shovel to connect up with what the construction company has plowed in the perpendicular alley. My arms/shoulders/back aren't up to doing it though! Other neighbors are out there, though, and Bob will be after his last meeting and teamwork will get it done!

if I can't see it, it doesn't exist

I've always been that way. I can erase entire rooms full of stuff from existence by just not looking through the door. Observer-created universe, baby.

I feel better today. But it won't last. Maybe a couple days. I usually get two-three depression-free days a month. I'd like an solution to this better than "hormones" and a vague hand-wave.

The bad: my alarm switched time zones on me and went off at 5am because it's a hateful electronic, I skinned my thumb once I got to the office, and I'm covering for people out of office so the next few weeks are going to be rough.

The good to know: I just learned there's a Goodwill donation spot down the street for the next time I cull my wardrobe.

We're going to have to sell our house, because it smells like a GIANT poo. I am looking at you, Kato.

You won't get any money for poo-scented house, Steph. You'll just have to burn it down and collect the insurance money, I'm afraid.