Spending a solo evening reading my book on the history of Greenpeace. A huge ice storm is blowing its way through, and covering everything in a bumpy layer of hard ice. It deadens all the noise I usually get from the street, so I feel like I'm in some fortress of solitude or something.
Today I learned that the job that I'd been hoping to get still exists and I'm a shoe-in for it. It pays enough to make my plan to move cross country in two years a definite as far as funding. Pretty much my next five years was hinged on getting that job, and when I heard in December that the board was thinking of getting rid of it to balance the budget, I was crestfallen. But now, it seems I've had my first miracle of the new year!
My plans for the icy cold weekend? Snuggle up in my mukluks, read more of my book, and learn to crochet beanies and granny square afghans.