I forgot to adequately close my bedroom curtains last night. The window is inadequately insulated and positioned directly above my bed, so on a cold night I really feel the chill unless I maneuver the cloth hangings properly.

I love the cold weather. It's not quite as nice when the high temperature gets up into the eighties, like it will today. That means I'll have to wear extra layers in the morning and be ready to gradually remove them (and carry them around all day) as the day wears on. Still, I can't complain. I love that bite that the air gets when it's cold out. Mornings like this make me want to stay in bed all cozy-like. Mondays offer me no such opportunity, though, so I'd better get going soon.

I've often wondered what it would be like to have a full-scale orchestra follow me around and play theme music for my life's story. Okay, maybe not often wondered. But you know how in movies there's always that orchestra that shows up whenever the main character is doing something particularly heroic or emotional or dangerous or has just come to a crossroads. You never actually see any violins, so maybe they're just practicing next door. But still, it's remarkably well-timed.

Well, if the London Symphony Orchestra decided to do a score for the life and times of Yours Truly, they'd probably be playing something like this.

Seriously. Will the mail never get here?!?!!