I am such a lazy writer.
In fact, for the past few days, I have mentally added bits and pieces of my daily ventures to my mind, ticking off random points that I felt should be shared with the everyday world.
Of course, I can't remember any of that now, aside from the fact that shoveling snow is something I am very tired of doing, despite the fact that its ability to tie me down outside was reminiscent of summer and being eight years old. I wonder what fireflies would look like against a snowy backdrop. Gorgeous, I'm certain.
A three-day weekend was imminent with this weather, and completely worth the 3 to 4 hours less pay for the week. It did take a while to adjust to the fact that yesterday was Saturday (not Sunday) and so on, but that makes today all the merrier. And I definitely need it after last night's restless bout of dreams where I kept sleeping through the day and not realizing what time it was. The last one ended with me waking up at 11:30 on a Sunday night before having to wake up at 6 for work the next morning. Not a good feeling to waste the day away, which is why I was thrilled to finally open my eyes to the reality of this morning's sunshine streaming through my blinds and a clock on my desktop announcing that it was only 8 a.m.
So, anyway...here we are for the second Sunday in a row of random things to enjoy. Last weekend was the Grammys, today is the Superbowl (which, I'm convinced, is merely a good thing only because it puts everyone in an excited mood and gives us an excuse to eat lots of good junk food), and next weekend is Valentine's Day. The last is one is one of those that I always look forward to, whether or not I have plans. Of course, I would expect something this year (as I have for the 3 years before this one), but I have a way of inviting ideas into my head that are much more clever than anyone can possibly pull off. In fact, most of those ideas never completely formulate in my mind at all...it's more like an essence of perfection that we all wish we could have but never truthfully expect to achieve. And yet, there's always a little gut feeling that makes you wonder, Why Not?
But for now, it's just another day of chilly toes, sledding down icy mountains, wincing from puppy dog kisses, and learning that the things that make us complain are the things we are most fortunate to have. I hope I can keep that in mind when my alarm goes off at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning and I'm forced to pull myself out of my bed and haul my sorry butt off to work. It's too cold for all of this, but I know it's worth it.
Have a great Super Bowl Sunday!
Love,
Me
