I got the window seat at the coffee shop on a snowy day…
Bite me, Mrs. Murphy!
Instead of doing what I “should” be doing, I’m looking at snow.
It’s a wintry vindication.
Being able to stare at snow in lieu of work is one of my most cherished activities. It’s been that way since the first day it snowed outside of Mrs. Murphy’s fifth grade class at Malibu Elementary in Virginia Beach.
That helmet-haired, pinchy-faced woman was probably the most damaging teacher I’ve ever had. Continue reading 25 days of joy, constraint, & my holiday brain: Day nine.