Me, cold and nestled in my wee house, is not feeling the stretching the legs out and heading to work this eve idea appealing at all. Can't imagine why that is.

And grocery shopping to the tune of horizontal white wind is also making me shudder. From here inside this house, peaking out the window at a color so opposite but more frightening than black.

So opposite. Is that even a thing?

I spent the morning being anal. I am pleased though, because until then the thought of the anal task had been haunting me for a couple years. Yeah, I said years. What I did was re-hang the living room curtain rods, extend them five more inches past the windows, because I didn't like how the light shone in from the sides. It sounds petty. No it doesn't. It was necessary. It really was. I hung them poor the first time.

I drilled, I sanded, I patched, I swore, I cut, I hammered, I glued, I taped, er, rigged up, I laundered, I didn't iron but should have, I played with kids simultaneously and sung them an impromptu song about a long train I should have been on, I hung the curtains back up, I donned the left rod with the spectacular driftwood this time (it rests atop), I admired my workmanship, and I fought the ugly realization that the left rod is lower than the right; or the right rod is higher, however opti- or pessimistic one identifies oneself by....

The windows meet the corner of my house at a right angle. No one cares about the half inch. I mean absolutely no one but a tiny guy snapping and sparking ill will under my hairstyle.

I mean, even the spider inhabiting the driftwood couldn't care less.

On to more pressing issues. Like getting around to ironing those drapes sometime.

The half inch is really much bigger than that in my head. I'm not sure I can leave it be. The horror....