Icy Day Joys

Why do I feel guilty when I love bad weather days? The way I was raised and the person I am I suppose. I think of the truck drivers, the cows in the fields, the homeless under the bridge and I shiver for them. As for me and my house we are all snug inside a clean house with left over party food and nothing to do but read and eat and whatever else we feel like. There is no-'I have to do yardwork or got to go shopping or a good day to do whatsever. Nope-trapped inside like a kid who is grounded in his room and is secretly overjoyed because that is where he likes to be anyway. I plan on working at my craft table-yippee! Making steampunk necklaces today and whatever else pops in my head. Bliss. So-to all you who have to be out and about-you have my prayers and wishes for safe homecomings. To the cows-huddle and think spring thoughts. To you homeless-may my heart be burdened to be more involved in your welfare-stay safe and find warm places.