Why! Oh, Why? Why do I have to work on a wonderful day such as this?
What makes it such a great day... my hybrid Burrow is literally on the streets of my town as I write. All of that downy goodness is cramped up tight in a little box, awaiting me to release it; to fluff up to it's glory and show me what a 20º top quilt with a 0º foot box is capable of.
Meanwhile, I'm 12 miles away, stuck in a cubicle, watching, anticipating it's arrival at my house. I refresh the FedEx page, hoping to see that last gray box turn green and say "delivered."
You're almost home lil' buddy! And, I'll be home to free you as soon as I can.