And yes, we're getting another snow storm tonight. Isn't it wonderful?

That winter wonderland thing wears thin after you shovel it enough, though. And worry frantically about your husband and skid on some ice. Oh, and start having to give up your comfy clogs for a pair of highly unattractive and sensible sorels.

You know you're in trouble when you can refer to your clothing with an adjective like "sensible."

I'm struggling with my job. I've been so preoccupied trying to figure out the house thing that I have had a hard time concentrating on actually working. Nevermind the previously discussed depression thing of no other people to talk to, but we're under a big deadline and I'm dreaming about homeownership. Yeah, if I keep that crap up, they won't renew my contract and that'll suck some serious ass.

I have job security. There will always be stuff for me to do, but right now, I'm just having a hard time actually doing it. Last night, I sent Mike out of the house with the kids and I worked. I think that it takes true love for a man to take two kids out of the house at 7PM to Costco and shop, which just goes to show you how much he loves me. I had it coming though because he hasn't done squat on the househunting thing at all!

I am going to be working a lot, though, even through the holidays because I we have something like 19 publications to process between now and 1/15. I figure I can get me some serious hot chocolate and wool socks and hunker over my computer for warmth and watch the snow from my window.