It was both actually.

This morning I discovered:

1. I really didn't want to get up but...
2. Snow had been predicted here (across the river from Portland, OR) and...
3. By 10:30 a.m. it actually was snowing and...
4. It was 33 degrees at our house and...
5. Our sidewalks and driveway were nearly covered in ice.
6. I felt worse than I thought I would for not going to a newly created, local writer's group but it couldn't be helped, not so much because of the snow and ice but because...
7. After almost nine years of living here, our master bathroom toilet had rusted a bolt out of the bottom of the tank and was leaking icky water all over our upstairs flooring and...
8. Unbeknownst to me, Steve had been pining for a new, bigger toilet for years. Who knew? Some men want a bigger TV, mine wants a bigger commode.
9. Lowe's has bigger pots. Installation will cost more than the item, slightly less if I choose to keep the old toilet to perhaps, plant with petunias and mount in a highly visible spot in my front yard, but as tacky as that might look, it'd fit in nicely with...
10. A crude drawing of a penis someone (I suspect the new next-door rental house neighbors) drew with a bold, black marker on the development's community mailbox directly across the street overnight.

It's now 9-ish in the p.m. and almost everything is under control. Well as much under control as things could be considering that new toilet won't be here or installed until sometime next week. In the meantime, we have lots of towels.

It hailed and snowed here heavily between 6 and 8 p.m. sticking in the grass, melting on the streets. I should have spent the time writing but it was just so dang pretty and weird at the same time and I was too excited about it to concentrate. Tomorrow, writing, I promise, upon pain of death. YAWT will slide into home plate.