Temperature: -21/-5.8
Snow depth: ridiculous
Drinking: hot chocolate
Eating: see above; the one I'm having makes breakfast redundant, really
Watching: over my feverish baby's sleep
Listening: to my conscience calling
Reading: things that aren't probably there into the dream I had last night
Writing: as fast as I can, he'll wake up any second now
Feeling: like The Rubber Band Girl
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