Snowshoes.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera on me to document the occasion. But I got to do something today that I haven’t gotten to do since during the spring of 2003, in Boston. I wore sandals while there was snow on the ground. Got white crushy chunks under my heals and between my toes. I love the looks I get from less intrepid walkers when I go bare-skinned against the white stuff. Even walked through some snow because for some reason, people with $800,000 homes can’t get anyone to shovel their walks a week after it snows.

But I digress. The brisk walk to the market this morning put me in a good mood, and the mounds of snow under my open window produced a soft running-water sound that gave way to getting twice as much work done as I had hoped to get done, long before dinner, too. So I caught up on last week’s “My Name Is Earl” and “The Simpsons.” Had Smart Dogs — which are awesomely delicious and veggie.

And the organic pasta sauce I bought even though it was more expensive than the other stuff turned out to be on sale and cheaper, the universe rewarding me in a small way for not wussing out of the greener choice. I know, I usually make my own sauce, but there’s too much going on with my friends’ wedding (both of whom are very sane about it) and moving and computer shopping for excessive chopping.

I have herbs growing on my window sill for making said sauce in a month or two, also.

The whole world seemed brighter today.

I have to ask myself if it was because of the weather, because I got some work done or because I started my day with a little revenge…