This morning, I drove to work through a fairly decent snowstorm. I briefly considered taking a personal day to skip the drive, but, my department had scheduled a team building exercise at a local paint-it-yourself place downtown and I really wanted to paint a pretty picture with my friends.
So, I did.
I had never been to the studio before and, I have to admit, I was missing out; that shit's fun. In fact, I was tempted to sign Hugh and myself up for the Valentine's Day couples wine glass painting class that the studio owner told us about. I might do it, still.
Anyway, after the painting, I went to work at the hardware store and then back home, where I got to spend the past twenty minutes watching this...
...it was not nearly as entertaining as painting. It was also a good reminder to me that the worst part of winter is still before us; a fact I usually avoid admitting until sometime in mid-February.
I have a feeling I am going to spend a lot of time focusing on my very summer-like painting while daydreaming about sunshine, flowers, and warm weather. In fact, let's look at it again, right now.