I'm not sure why.  Yesterday was about as awful as can be (short version: three-and-a-half hour commute home in ice and snow and bumper-to-bumper traffic, without which the ice and snow would not have been bad at all; existential angst [am I any good as an artist? as a person? as a wife?]; the chest cold from hell that will not go away), but today the sun is shining, I'm listening to some good loud music (this morning's commute, it was Felix Mendelssohn, whose music I haven't listened to enough, I think [and, by the way, wasn't this morning's commute ironic, flying unimpeded down all those hard-won miles I crept over at an average of 7 mph the night before?], and now Within Temptation, by way of guitars-and-angst-filled contrast), and I am so lost in a maze of parentheses and my own grammar that I think I'll stop now.

Hope everyone has a good Friday and a good weekend!