The joy of procrastination

Snowing in the profusely zone.

Wife (OMG!) on speakerphone with some help desk.

Hunger reasserting itself.

Coworkers chatting up skating-along-the-edge-of-not-appearing-to-be-too-consumed-by-other-than-work storm.

The straight-down snowfall is reminiscent of flaked skin falling from my somehow-overly-dry eyebrows when scratched, yesterday.

Oh, and look at that little black-headed finch suddenly on the fence top!

Just biding a bit of time so that when I do microwave a couple pizza slices, there weren't be as much too-focused-on-food guilt as there would have been had I done so prior to this, now, guilt-avoidance procrastination.

Songlists got nothing on the way the snow is clinging like shadows to tree branches....