Thursday, 12:53 pm.
32 degrees.
Cloudy, flurries.

A night of mildly intoxicating revelry is nearly upon us.

Train of thought post commences. Three and a half more hours of work. Check email, check blogs, work, check email, check blogs, work. Get paid. Shop for groceries. Care for animals. Care for wild animals. Care for myself. Wings. Beer. Jukebox love. Handy Delivery Taxi. Sleep. Headache. Cleaning. Packing. Camping. Fishing. Smelling like a fire. Mountain road. Hot shower. Superbowl.

Romantic, in that waterfall sort of way.