Still lazing about on a Sunday morning. Still in my piggy pajamas. Still with a crapload of quickly greying facial stubbles. Still sipping hours-old coffee from the mug Mrs SmileMoon gave me last Christmas. Still munching on chocolate bonbons from my Christmas Stocking. Still farting around on my laptop. It snowed again last night and I don't give a rat's behind if I get around to shoveling out today. Yep, I'm enjoying my Sunday morning. EDIT: I stayed in this getup til about 3:30. I never did get out to shovel.

Stubbornly refusing to miss out on yesterday's snow day lounging, even though I had to go to work, I decided to have a snow morning. Slept in until 9:30, didn't do any work, stayed in robe until class, and made a rockin' bowl of cinnamon raisin oatmeal. The light through the window is bouncing off of all that snow (which will probably all melt today)...