I'm not waking up tomorrow morning and finding that there's nobody there

I've spent lots of time this morning looking online at pictures of mountain cabins, beachhouses, and fancy urban hotels, researching three potential events -- an anniversary weekend, a writer's retreat with Cali people, and my 30th birthday. If I had a birthday party near Pigeon Forge, would you come? I've reached no conclusions, other than that I love looking at pictures of places I would potentially stay in and fantasizing about all the things that would happen while there.

It's snowing which makes it a quieter Sunday than usual and I ate a lunch that was supposed to be warm and cozy and nourishing, but really it just tasted like the gruel I imagined as a child when I read stories taking place in castle prisons or about industrial age europe. I suppose there is excitement going on in other parts of the city, given that today is a big sports game day for Chicago, but it has not permeated this corner of my world.