A Short Anecdote of Serious Backfire
Before bed last night I turned up the heat to ease the morning transition from bed to world. I awoke early a.m. to ice cold air, my door blown wide open and a small snowstorm in my bedroom. The rest of the empty house was wastefully toasty.
Now I am asking myself a well-worn question born of playa mud, double rainbows and giddy anticipation: what does it MEAN?!
What a silly world.
p.s. I still got up