What can make me feel even better, post three-day no-holds-barred weekend? How about falling snow? Buckets of it. I awoke this morning to some light flurries. By the time I made it outside it was coming down harder and sticking. Therefore, I decided to walk to work to enjoy the newly whitened district. It was amazing. After Helena and I parted ways, I walked the rest of the way to work as the snow grew harder. There I was, shiny briefcase in hand, a new warm scarf around my neck, top surfaces deluged in snow like some sort of human frosted flake. Even now, as I'm staring outside my window things seem somewhat lighter, almost as if whatever I have to do today is secondary to the frozen concotion being brewed outside in my absence. Man, I feel great.