Little Houdini

So, classes were delayed this morning, but it would throw off my schedule to keep up with the time set back, so here I am at home. I decided to take advantage of being home, and I got a good deal of work done. It's cold, grey, and snowy outside. Being at home in this kind of weather? That calls for a bubble bath, a book, and some tea.

So, I went to the store to get all of the things. I also got stir-fry stuff for me and Allen, because I haven't had stir fry in AGES, and I want some.

On my way out, I was an old man standing on the corner, shivering and miserable, with a sign in his hands. I couldn't see what it said, but I turned around and drove into Starbucks, and ordered a hot cider (I don't know how coffee sits with everyone, or hot chocolate. I figured cider was safe) with the intention of parking, giving him the cider, and taking him somewhere warm for a bite to eat. It really is fucking MISERABLE outside today, and nobody should have to be standing on a street corner in this weather. As I was waiting in the drive through line to get his cider, I was so fucking DELIGHTED to see a younger gentleman get out of his car, talk to the older man for a few moments, and then escort him to his Jeep. It made me cry just a little bit. So, since I couldn't do what I wanted to do, I found another way to do something nice, and I paid for the drinks of the car behind me. I took my chai and drove home, fixed myself the most gorgeous bath, and then read Dirk Gently for 45 minutes in the tub, drinking my warm tea and feeling lovely about the world.

Now, I'm sitting on my couh, feeling so god damn smooth I almost want to die, writing in my blog and listening to Sage Francis while trying not to disturb the sleeping, purring kitten curled up in my lap.

This is a fantastic day so far.