I woke up this morning and I did something rare… ish. I hit snooze. I didn’t want to wake up and face the day. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty and I like pretty things.
I gathered up all my courage – which wasn’t much but just enough for me to look out the window. Snow. It’s almost a four-letter word now. Technically five with the double u.
I sighed. I wanted to quit. I had my resignation letter in hand, ready to send to Winter. It was Spring after all!
But I didn’t quit. Schmitt’s don’t quit.
They get fired occasionally.