something about nothing

Yesterday I had a tenuous existence. I felt less than good and just wanted to not be all day long. To be asleep. To sleep being. And then I did. This morning is starting out better. The fog that infiltrated my brain yesterday has lifted (for the moment) and I feel like I can think once again. I remain competently incompetent, though. Good at doing nothing. Thinking of everything. Accomplishing little. But then it started snowing this morning; heavily – right as I approached the basement level door to the capitol. So much so that I quickened my step to shorten my exposure to the elements. The snow is welcome. It will slow the world down a little, which cannot be a bad thing in times like these.

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