Thanks to a long sleep, lots of food and delicious tea, I think I finally have my wild depressive spiral under control. Wasn't that fun?
No. No, it wasn't.
Anyway, today the sun is shining down on the snow and it just looks wonderful outside. It also feels wonderful. It feels like winter at long last. The cold wind, despite being sharp, put a smile on my face as I walked into work today. The snow sparkled (where it hadn't been pulverised into ice by traffic) and the air smelled crisp and fresh (when it hadn't been polluted by traffic. I really do need to live in the country...). Autumn is my favourite season, but the first few months of winter come in a close second.
Naturally, because it's snowy out, I'm wearing my snow boots to walk to work. This is the second winter I have worn them, and it took less than one season for them to be filled with holes through which melting snow can seep in. I walk a lot, so I'm very hard on all my shoes. I'm sad about the holes. I spent lots of money on these boots, hoping they would last more than a season. They did not. Alas, I have to wear them any way as I don't currently have the funds for a new pair.
In any case, they're large and clunky and not especially fashionable... but they cast an epic shadow. I only notice it on sunny days, for obvious reasons, but my shadow looks pretty cool when I'm marching to work (I notice because the shadow is in front of me practically the whole way). In fact, it almost looks like I'm wearing a pair of these:
The major take away from this is that I need to work at a medieval/dark ages/fantasy themed theme park. I would rock that job.
The point is, I felt exceptionally epic walking into work this morning, provided I kept an eye on my shadow.
I'm a twit. I know.
My cold seems to have abated a lot. I decided against going to training last night, despite the fact that my energy levels had recovered to roughly normal by the end of the work day. I figured a little more sleep would probably help me along the road to recovery faster. I still have issues with my lungs, though it wasn't so bad this morning. I guess it was one of those weird illnesses that lasts only 24 - 48 hours or so. That or my immune system is brilliant? I'm hoping for the latter, or all of this exercise and eating well is for naught!
Despite my brain being fuzzy and not being much in the mood for anything due to illness, I managed to write yesterday. I even made it to my daily two thousand word goal. As the story stands right now, Aleksandar, Prince of House Svetoslav, is about to get his murdering on. For the record, don't ever piss this guy off. He's a good guy... until you piss him off.
Naturally, I'm having fun with the story now. Of course I am. People are dying all over the place and a character is about to go postal. It's really fun to write that stuff. I like to see the folks who deserve it get their comeuppance. Alas, that only seems to happen in fiction.
Fiction, giving hope for humanity since we first realised how awful we are (so we made up heroes).
Well, that thought was particularly cynical.
I think the time spent writing helped improve my mood yesterday. There is something about a singular focus that helps calm the mind and ease the heart. That, and being productive feels better than lazing around. Most of the time. Sometimes you need to laze around. I hope that writing goes just as well today. It should... hopefully today is the day I write the epic showdown I've been promising for the past fortnight. Damn the details that need taking care of!
Right, well, I'm off to attempt Welsh again. When you're finished reading this post, you should read THIS one by author and publisher Hayden Trenholm. His daily ten minutes are usually very good, and this one is exceptional. And if you're done with that, have a listen to the song that has become my latest obsession: