I sit here in my living room having the kind of Sunday I really love: watching good tv and sports, watching the snow fall outside, and kicking back with a Dogfishead 90 minute ale.

On one hand, it makes me miss living in the northeast (getting 'homebound' by snow is rare here in the Southeast), but it allows me to remember what I work for every day. Sad to say, but it's not world peace or anything so noble (though I wish I felt like I could make a difference there) but just the ability to earn an honest living doing something I like, and have Sundays off like this to just vegitate and relax with the S.O. The snow puts everything in a different perspective, because even if you wanted to go out and hike somewhere, as an urbanite, it kind of makes no sense to brave the bad roads to get to your hike; so the things you can do for the day are limited, clearing your options and decision making down to just a few things. It gives me a strange peace.