Bad: why is the snow promised for tomorrow night and not tonight?
Good: I have finally sorted and taken the sack of stuff to charity shop bins/recycling as appropriate.
Bad: my soup is the wrong colour. It is that horrible green/beige colour and the wrong texture. I will heat it and see, but may have to have bacon and eggs for lunch instead. I am a narrow band of tolerance for soup.
I AM going to write some fic this afternoon. I am, I am, I am.