It’s that kind of day, blustery, cold, occasionally rainy. The stream of cars outside headed to the mall let’s me know that the shopping season is upon me. A quick drive for some supplies turned into a not so quick drive with all the traffic taking the short cut. But I’m back at the ever omnipotent computer, doing edits, writing email, soliciting work. All the necessary administrative tasks that freelance photography entails. I envy my friend over there. She’s got the right idea. Curl up on her favorite rug by her owner’s favorite rocker. Within reach for a ear scratch or a nuzzle or dropped crumb.