Paper chase (but not through the snow)...

I slept in until 9 am, at which time Galina used the "cold-hands-on-hubby's-skin" technique to get me out of bed. I should have probably pointed out that said tactic violated the Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Spouses, but wasn't spoiling for any kind of confrontation, especially as I smelled coffee in the house.

It had snowed enough overnight to cover the bare spots on the property I've seen from the window since returning from Houston. Then it stopped snowing completely, at least here. Then it started again, with those lazy, big flakes that take forever to fall.

I've been in the office, with no view of the outside, for a while. I suspect the snow probably stopped again. Myself, I've been sorting paper for, it seems, ever.

I have to say that I am sick and tired of how disorganized some aspects of my life are. I will get them straight!

Cheers...