grumpmeister general

I had a lot of blog to blog, letters I wanted to write, and even pictures, but the holiday went downhill in a hurry and now, after a five hour crawl home in an ice blizzard, I don't really have any good words in me. So I think I'll just fold the laundry and drink this wine until my hands finally lose all feeling and I collapse unconscious somewhere in my untidy, fifty-degree house. I don't know exactly how I'm getting to work tomorrow, since my car is currently stuck in quite a bit of snow, but we'll keep our fingers crossed and see what the morning brings.