I spent the day feeling angry and sorry for myself. I shouldn't spend too much time in my head, it's a bad neighborhood. It was, however, a lovely day. We got clobbered with snow. About a foot, maybe more. I finally went out and shoveled snow for an hour. It was dark out already and still. When I was done I walked the dog through the woods. It lifted me out of my funk. I love the woods after a snowfall, even more at night when the snow reflects the moon and there's a hush over everything. It made me think of Robert Frost:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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