Warhead On Legs

Apparently the snow day yesterday and some things on my friends list (sardine sandwich touchdowns? really? *so amused*) are the universe's way of telling me, "Lighten up! Relax. You can do this. You have the technology." Or, you know. Something. Apparently Courtesan School is now a way of making bionic women?

Or something.

I think the universe may also be telling me to pick up mini painting again, but I refuse to inhale primer/sealer fumes and sealer won't work when it's fucking ten degrees outside oh my god.

Yesterday, as some of you know, was a snow day. I went out, there was still snow. I checked the weather, it was NINE DEGREES. I did both again around eight thirty, when I usually talk to my aunt if there's weather outside of a nature that would prevent me from walking over. We discussed it and she must have said about five times, you don't have to come in if you don't want to. Well, I knew there was stuff for me to do (as it turned out very little accumulated over my snow day, which, thank you universe) so I said I'd see.

The boy went out about nine or so, walked around hte apartment complex and up to the street, and came back and pronounced it "a deathtrap." So then I call my aunt back and say "Uh. Don't even try bringing that bucket of yours over here." Because hell if I'm walking over there in nine degree weather.

So I had a snow day. And it was glorious.

I wrote a little. I took a hot bath. I fucked off and played with a random pup who nonetheless was highly amusing. I chatted. I watched more TV than I have at one go in a very long time, including Evan Almighty, which was funny and contained a bit of wisdom I probably needed to hear. And Morgan Freeman in a conga line. Leading a conga line. I ate Things WHat Are Unhealthy For Me and felt no guilt, because, dammit. Snow day.

And today I got up and for the first time in, literally, years, I went straight back to meal plans and such without a qualm, a pang, or a problem.

Going to work was a bit of a qualm and a pang because it's still frikkin freezing out there, but hey.

So, Universe? Message received, yes ma'am. Taking a breath. Relaxing. It'll be the weekend soon. I have good, good friends who help me when there are problems and pick me up when things knock me down. And sometimes, you do get a break. Life goes on.

And the bit from Evan Almighty that stayed with me, or rather, the bit that didn't involve birds pooing on people and elephants giving not!Weechesters high-fives: "Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"

Morgan Freeman is wise, folks. Listen to Morgan Freeman.