Really really cold. Sub-Zero cold. I’m tempted to work from home tomorrow cause I really don’t want to go out in this weather.

Today has been a day of quiet. I did laundry and watched charmed. John and George are in the kitchen making a stew and mulled wine. Elizabeth is at Jewel, bless her heart. It takes a lot of stones to leave in this weather.

I’m working very hard to become a competent web developer, and after months of tinkering I’m finally beginning to have some success with it. There are so many moving parts, it’s just so hard to get a handle on all of it.

On  another new front, I’m going to add my latest tweets to the sidebar. Very exciting.

And now, a poem.

Who are you that wishes me gone?
Who are you that hungers for love?
Who are you, the truth, the light, the flame?
Who are you who sings his songs and writes his stories?
What muse or god has gifted you, and from where have you come?
Why visit when the world is wrapped in stillness and the night so cold?
How hungry is my heart that I would embrace you, shadow-lover?

Nay! Not this night fond dreamer. Nor the next.
Your dreams are filled with me, but mine are still of sight.