11:30 on a Saturday night and all I want to do is sit with the lights off and look at the plum colored scene outside through the blinds and listen to slow baroque music. The new snow makes passing cars sound muffled and the tires moan and crunch. I imagine what it would be like if the snow piled up around the house to fully cover it like a voluminous quilt. Sleep would be so easy.

I’m unhappy with today.