Of course, the restlessness isn't helped by the snow that's falling. The view from my window is distracting. The grass is looking powdery, and the elevated parking lot is covered. It's a perfect day to be home with cocoa. Instead, I have to sit and type and run reports.
Oh dear, I can actually hear my shoulders moving. That's weird. I just have to concentrate on the evening. I am going to have the house to myself. I will make myself a good dinner, and I shall relax. And stretch. I can't wait.
