I stopped by the Mall tonight to get a travel pillow at Brookstone, and when I returned to my car, there was a note tucked under the door handle: "for a good time, e-mail..." Nah, I figured I'd already had a good enough time today, what with waking up to snow falling, joining the neighborhood's morning snow-clearing, talking to Liz for an hour or so about architecture, co-housing, schooling, etc., taking a long nap, hanging out with Mom and Dad, and going cross-country skiing over at Riverside in the afternoon. I am so spoiled. Groomed ski trails 5 minutes from my house? Life is good. And I couldn't tell the difference between my legs today as I skied. Life is really good.
Now quickly knocking on the frame of my futon. :-)