an animal that digs for warmth

today i went out to pick up my meds and it was immediately clear i did not need this scarf at all because, while it goes against the core of my being to call 45f/7c "warm out," it was Not Miserable. and in fact it was SO not miserable that i got caught up in the lack of misery and deliberately elected not to get the mail on the way back from the pharmacy (which would have involved parking my car in a horrible patch of mud anyway) and instead walked back down from the house to the street through half a kilometer of horrible mud and slush and also somehow a little bit of actual remaining snow, and i got rained on in order to remind me about the unpredictability of misery's inevitable return, but then i made lemon ginger tea when i got back, which is a potion that restores the ability to properly appreciate such facets of life as the existence of lemon ginger tea and that on the way to the mailbox there were TWOOOO BLUEBIRDS. but i don't have a picture of that, so instead there is joon.

the gremlin in my brain that stops me making good choices: i don't know... destroying all life on earth has a certain je ne sais quoi