Purpose

It's yucky outside. Snowy. Windy. Frigid. I'm at home, a blanket pulled up to my chin wishing I had a Snuggie. Despite the cold...I've been rather productive today.



Minus the fact that I haven't taken a shower yet.... HA!



Could have something to do with the fact that my only TV options the last hour and a half have been Jerry Springer or soap operas. Needless to say, I've gotten a lot of work done. Possibly more than I do when I'm in the office.



I work in bursts. An hour of genuis follwed by fifteen minutes of zoning out trying to decifer the plot line of the current soap. Or feeding my Facebook addiction. Or checking Twitter. I miss Tweet Deck. Checking two or three sites is exhausting when you're used to getting it all at once.



I just read what I've written so far and don't know the purpose of this post. But most snow days don't have a purpose, right? That's the beauty of them. You don't have to be anywhere or do anything. You create purpose out of whatever you want to do in the moment. It's a shame we can't live like there's a snow day every day.