I was finally having a nice dream for once in my life, and had to wake up to go to my early weekly meeting for my new offshore team. At least it's beautiful with the sunrise catching on the snow and it's cute that Sven is still in bed like a complete lazybones. I like how completely still the house is early in the morning, a sense that feels even more amplified by being locked in on all sides by deep snow. And the dream at least put me in a good mood. It's also nice to drink nettle tea out of my little lightning cup.

I'm very groggily paying attention to this grooming, but also dabbling with my grocery list. It looks like more snow on the way for tomorrow, and yet more over the weekend, so I want to make sure I have enough fresh veggies and such to be stuck for a few more days. My dinner ideas are uninspired this week. I made some broth that I need to use for some stupid boring chicken noodle soup. I have a notepad open with my standup so I might be able to remember what I was even supposed to be doing at work today, plus a draft conversation with my landlady asking about buying the house. (Draft conversations are a big part of my life.) 

I also have an unrelated quote that's attributed to Kit Carson, a 19th century trapper/guide/explorer/mercenary I'm reading a book about: "Drop that, or by the splendor of God, I'll blow your heart out." This quote is not at all useful in my life, as I'm rarely threatening anyone, but it was so perfectly antique and ridiculously wonderful, I wanted to remember it. I'll put it in a poem sometime. 

I think the poem I've been working on this year is ready to send out. I feel a little vulnerable about sending it into the world, but if I don't, I'm going to keep writing and rewriting it, and it's really done. It was hard to write, but it's a decent poem. I just haven't sent anything out in so long. The last two I sent out both got accepted into a journal that I thought was kind of just a low key regional publication, but recently realized was more prestigious than I knew. Or at least they've published much more famous poets than I realized, and even my favorite poet Charles Wright. 

Ooh, bragging about myself to myself in my own blog!