Burr......

It is cold. I open my windows and allow the freezing cold to rush around my face. It reddens my cheeks and makes me happy. The smell of clean cold air fills me with bliss. The taste of ice in the air, reminds me of another place, another time. Not Texas, that is for sure. But I miss this and I love the fact that suddenly Houston is plunged into winter. I sip on hot tea and try to hold on to this feeling of cold weather joy.

Office politics makes this a bit harder than it should be. I have a co-worker that stalks the hall, waiting for those joyful moments when she can tattle on others. I envision her as a child with a safety monitor slash, lurking the hallways, waiting for us to run with scissors, or eat paste. I need a moment of Zen or a cocktail.