sometimes you kick

this morning when i woke up it was to sun. real sun. the-sky-is-so-blue-and-clear-it-hurts sun. and it was cold. not like, forty below zero cold, but still that cold that forces you to stand up and take notice. it's the kind of cold that makes your nose run incessantly when the wind is blowing and blurs your vision by making tears. it's beautiful.

i also woke up to a picture of pillaging and burning on my day to day calendar.

how could things get any better?