hermitting

Today, I am a hermit...and i like it. I woke up to about 6 inches of snow and thinking I should be on a mountain with my snowboard. I didn't have the heart to go myself though. I feel slightly weenie-ish for not hopping up to the local resort and checking it out, but i'm also still swept up in the novelty of just being in this sunny apartment staring into the snow covered streets. It's a bit mezmorizing. I haven't spent this much time reading and relaxing in forever. So hermitting can be good, as long as it's not a habit. I could make a tounge twister ouuta that....Habitual hermitting hinders heapings of harmonious hilarious hijinx...heh. So anyways...i don't have much to report. I just finished watching a show called "New England Living". It was great. I guess it's a weekly show, and this week focused on houses, resorts, hand blown glass, hand built furniture, and micro-breweries in Vermont. Ya gotta love that. So now I'm reading more Bukowski. Bukowski's stories feel very human to me. They tend to make me feel a sense of respect for life, people and interactions....from the more simple to the most complex. Not everyone is so lucky to make it a quarter of a century relatively unscathed. hrm. So now i resume my coffee drinking ways, and then i shall briefly de-hermit myself for a walk up the street...because 30 degrees and fresh snow demands at least some time outside.