Super fucked. Like “fucked in the eye with a stick” fucked.So, emails are slow (sorry) site updates aren’t happening (sniff) and files are in limbo (ohmygod).I’ve found myself regularly visiting Pettyland; where the tiny things are huge and all consuming while the big things (like losing photos of all your art and design work) cause you to merely huff ‘n puff with a super big shrug. I hate Pettyland, but if you deal with people who reside there, it’s often easier to rent a cubby-hole condo instead of trying to thumb your way in and out every day. Trying not to sweat the small stuff gets heavy if it’s all you try to do all day long. So revelling in it and completely soaking it up (oddly) seems a better coping mechanism and leads to better productivity and comradery.Anywho, I’m loving the snow. And since I can’t do anything else to my site, here’s a snow photo:That’s me loving the snow on Christmas day with a cold of fatty proportions.Yesterday I stood on a frozen lake. Ideal Brown took some photos of me doing it so I could send them to Liz. Call it gentle antagonism. “Look at me, Mom! I’m being playfully irresponsible!”So, Happy Winter! Don’t forget to moisturise.By the way, did you hear about poor Daul dying? I mean I know it was ages ago now and nothing of Brittany proportions, but there I was thinking her blog was all “seeking attention” when it was a real cry for help. Good grief, web misery has rendered the real stuff suspiciously show-boaty.