really. i may never do this again. i have a journal on my laptop. another paper journal. plus all my notes in my various notebooks. oh and my planner.
but the snow is beautiful outside (winter snow warnings are gorgeous even when they're inconvenient!): the trees are so covered in snow, the branches are scarcely visible; it could be part of a fantasy film. i am ruefully, woefully, joyfully, sorrowfully, productively, calmly heartbroken and feel as though that deserves some note.
also terribly curious to see how this looks on a page.
so if i never see you again, goodbye. it was nice knowing you.