This post has nothing to do with the NSA. You can stop reading now.
The weather outside is frightful today in Iowa. (Though, not by Iowa standards– I mean, it’s only snowing, there’s no freezing rain, blizzard warnings, and the temperature is above zero).
It’s actually a very nice snow. Fluffy. White. Pretty from a distance.
I’ve been blanketed on the couch most of the day. Thinking.
Haven’t really accomplished much.
Mostly thinking, not doing.
Whilst thinking, I decided to look out the window, which got me in a Robert Frost-like mood. Whose woods these are I think I know…
My favorite winter poem is definitely Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (dig that Rubaiyat).