To be able to start your car from inside your house. Whoa-ho Baby.... I
stood at the patio glass, which was cold itself (oh the hardship of having
to pull back the blinds and feel the cold leaking through the glass...)
pressed the little button on the car starter and watched my little Neon's
tail lights blink as it started.

-20 C my butt... it's gonna be toasty inside my car this morning!

I've been without internet and reliable email at home for a couple of days.
It is incredibly frustrating, especially when you know you have
communicating to do and you can't get your messages because they are
trapped in some limbo internet zone...

I feel as though I'm almost back in my skin. Things feel a bit more
familiar, my joy does feel muted, but it has been muted for a long while,
so that's normal. I think that's what the cause of my melancholy has been.
Joy, the sleeping dragon, has been, well, asleep, for a couple of years.
Recently she was awakened, fed, coddled, celebrated. Now she's pacing
around inside me, huffing and puffing in vain, unable to find the
satisfaction she craves. Or that's what if feels like anyway.....