Bored.

It's been snowing all day. It's absolutely beautiful outside. I have always loved snow. The crisp air, the cold, the warm flush when you come back inside...it's great. Of course, not so much in April or May, but, in January, it's wonderful.

But I'm stuck here on the sofa with the Stormtrooper boots. I can't get outside for nothing. I mean, once in a blue moon someone stops by to take me to an appointment or something, but, most of the time, I'm here on the sofa.

I've seen a lot of movies. I feel schizophrenic about that; good movies, bad movies, energizing movies, sad movies. I've seen some new ones; this one. And some I've seen before, like this one.

I've been to dozens of websites, visited countless blogs (well, I coulda counted them, in fact, I started, but it was getting depressing) organized my portable office basket several times, made enough phone calls that people are starting to let my calls go to voicemail, and eaten more than I should.

I'm bored.

I sure hope these feet heal on time.