this town

This town is starting.

To wear me down.

Granted, I did wear the contact lenses for too many hours. And left my skin scandalously de-hydrated. And endured driving in the exceptional slush. But I think it's also this dang town. Oh, and feeling rang-y about my far-off friend. Ah, communication - the five syllable word that means, don't be too tired, too worn-out, too rang-y to attempt it. Co (it takes two) commune (in one space) 'nication (rhymes with...).

But I got to run in the sleet and 1/2-foot of snow this morning, which was and adventure and a pleasure indeed. With all the drivers not driving, and the roads slippy-white. And more cookies were baked, and a swell choco delight.

Now, though, it is time.
For wine.