Home again and again

The doldrums of February are usually filled with a resounding ecch; for me, at least this year, not so much. You can say what you will about the likes of Facebook, but once again, it has reconnected me with another once-lost friend, with whom I spent a few hours last night, drinking wine, talking, catching up and comparing notes of one another's lives since we last saw one another. Could it have been a more perfect evening? No. To be able to talk without distraction of noise or chaos; to be able to listen and hear one another and walk on the same adult plane; to share many of the same opinions is a reassuring and comforting feeling. Knowing that although time and circumstances have changed and we've grown older, we still see so many things the same.

We're waiting for 2 feet of snow to drop. Yeah, right. Just like this past weekend. Much ado about nothing.

At least I have plenty to keep me occupied in case it happens. Enough healthy food, coffee and the warmth of a comfortable home.