Tonight, while I was sitting in class, I fell asleep. It was one of those lovely naps that you jerk awake from so violently that if the instructor was not already aware I was wasting her time she certainly did by the enormous movements I made as I awoke. The rest of the class was a struggle, but I managed to have it be REM free.
I walked out of class to find the most glorious and enormous snowflakes coloring my world gorgeously white. For the past two hours i have been pumped as though I won something.
I stumble through summer wishing I could hibernate at that point of the year and then slowly wake up for fall. But when winter comes…I am a perky little girl who could dance on the bar until close night after night. It’s the snow. It’s especially the mix of snow and colored lights. If I have those two things I cannot see the crappy things in my life. Dog poo, covered in snow, is still a lovely pile of white. You may not get it; like I don’t get my sisters obsession with bird watching. But dang. I am in a good mood. So good in fact, that I am going to blow off some more Spanish homework and make a night of Cape Cods, Mary Tyler Moore Reruns, and making a diagram of where to string the lights in my house for Christmas.
HAPPY VET’S DAY!
(specifically my Dad and Billy…and any other readers who I do not know that served!)