Bellyache.

It's 8 pm and we're just now having some dinner. The two+ hour drive home due to the snow wore us out. It was bad. We've been rotting on the couch ever since walking in the door and shaking the snow off. Because neither of felt like doing any real cooking, we each had a handful of pecans and said fuck it, let's just make some couscous. So we did. And I just inhaled some.

Tomorrow morning is going bite: shoveling and more shoveling, and a potentially horrendous drive to work. Yes, I live in Maine and yes, it snows here. Doesn't mean I can't bitch about it.

Each day brings more gifts in the mail. I am loving this group of women more than I thought possible.

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