Tis That Season

It's chilly and damp--there was drizzle last night (theoretically there was snow and rain and stuff in the mountains, where we need it to be) and I'm having a hard time gaining any enthusiasm for getting out of bed for the day. I got up and made coffee, and that was something. But somehow sitting in bed with my laptop is warmer and comfier than anything else to do.

Ten minutes ago it was loud in here because Emily was lying on her bed next our bed, snoring prodigiously. Now, Danny is torturing Emily by pelting her with underwear and pretending to attack me (nothing gets her more indignant than the idea that there's a good attack going on that she's not a part of), and it's loud for other reasons.

Welcome to Sunday. I will get some writing done, really.