Anyway, I feel better. I am sitting on the loveseat in my living room and watching the snow fall, with Winston curled up next to me. He is, truly, the laziest cat in the world. But I love him. I don't think anybody actually reads this blog, so I don't know why I am reassuring no one that my mood is better and that I feel fine. Maybe it's just for my own benefit; I'm not entirely sure. The fact of the matter is that law school applications are not due until March 1 for all the schools to which I am applying, so I do have time.
I spent most of today reading various Little House on the ________ books. You know, Laura Ingalls Wilder and all that jazz. I've read these books since I could read when I was about five, and they are just comfort reading to me. Some people have comfort food, I have comfort books.