I hate to bite the hand that feeds me so much information

Adam will be home late. There is much work I should be doing, and yet here I sit listening to music and just thinking. My new personal site design is coming together, although I am not the one working on that one. I am anxious to have that done, because the more time passes, the more I feel things slipping out of my reach. There is no fairy godmother, and there is a lot of work to be done before I can go to the ball.

I will get some things done tonight, the question is will I do so before or after I nap?

On the walk home from work (yes, I was up to walking home tonight, and I felt much joy about that,) I took the trail through the ravine. Everyone who passed me and their dogs were friendly, smiling and saying hello and asking how I was. The water was rushing down from the mountains – things have started to melt, and the noise from the creek has increased since I last walked that way. Everything smelled fresh and green and there were things starting to grow everywhere.

My world is both tiny and huge beyond comprehension.