I wonder

why I like so many things...

would it have been easier going if I just knew I always wanted to be an astronaut?

it's so consuming to figure out.

and that's not even the most important thing in life..

but my narcissistic self would like to remind me that it is..

of course it's not. I like to hang on to ecclesiastes...

"1:24 A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, 25 for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? 26 To the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind...5: 18 Then I realized that it is good and proper for a man to eat and drink, and to find satisfaction in his toilsome labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given him—for this is his lot. 19 Moreover, when God gives any man wealth and possessions, and enables him to enjoy them, to accept his lot and be happy in his work—this is a gift of God. 20 He seldom reflects on the days of his life, because God keeps him occupied with gladness of heart."

It speaks pleasantly to me when I'm bitter, and tempers me down when I tend to go sky-high with crazy schemes.

And throughout all these thoughts, the snow silently blankets this home, snuggling in to bring to this northern land snowmobilers and winter recreation-seekers. That's the reality of where I am right now. And it's getting far too late for me to be writing in my drugged (they're legal, for the cold I find also silently blanketing my throat) state.

Adios!