I have the sort of feeling in my face and jaw right now that I often find when I'm stoned. I haven't smoked anything in quite awhile though, so unless someone's stowed her stash in an air vent perhaps it's a manifest symptom of whatever's led to my copious over-sleeping the last several days, or brought on by a change in weather.

Tonight saw metro Vancouver's first snow of the season. Everything is that familiar uplifting bright, soft, crunchy, quiet. Though I sullenly didn't haul myself out into it before sundown, it was the saving warmth of a dull day; I did go out and walk 'round with a camera and tripod for half an hour, until my fingers froze. Then I went and watched a film. Alone.