Snow is magical...and I'm feeling murderous.

and this is a total cliche, but it really does cover the ugliness of life and make everything beautiful. Sunshine sparkling on snow makes a dreary day seem crystal-glazed and somehow better. Now onto the more cynical side of the moon.
Working at a newspaper is what I do. (besides the whole teaching dance thing). This fulfills the nosy and insistent girl who lives in my head. However, it also attracts other nosy and insistent people. Meet Sherryl. Sherryl might be killed by me if she is not careful. She is the receptionist and let me spell it out for you--RECEPTIONIST means answer the goddamn phones. Not sit and look over my shoulder as I paginate and editorialize. As I'm perfecting page 3--she is opinionating (not a word, I know) that maybe the year-end review jump shouldn't go there. You're treading on dangerous ground sweetie--you don't even know Quark. I may be the only one ever to be convicted of murder by Mac or by Sharpie. Choose your weapon wisely...