On Snow

It's snowing again. All I want to do is cuddle up to somebody warm and drink hot cocoa today. Instead, I have to go to hell where the people are awful and the work is physically demanding. I'm ready for my brother to not be staying with me anymore. The smell of boy is permeating my apartment. I'm ready to not be sick anymore. I have so much to work out in my life and I feel like I'm losing time to do it. Some of it I am wasting, for sure, but really, if time could just slow down so I could work out the details of my life.