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....