Quick bursts of snow flurries came down as I drove home from class today. Snow to me is exhilarating. It won't stick--the ground is too warm. That's no surprise, this is El Paso after all. I hoped to have real, long lasting snow when I moved to Albuquerque, but it never really happened. I have snow memories from childhood--the little snowy hill next to my house in Kodiak that would still create a thrill with a sled, the bigger snowy hill down the street for bigger thrills, the delightful surprise of waking up to a white yard and driveway. I always felt invincible with snow boots and a snowsuit on. Something about all that extra padding.

Two more days of classes, one week of finals and then sweet vacation time. I'm feeling worn down. Despite my vow to go to bed early, get those necessary eight hours of sleep every night, here I am, four months later, working into the late hours. I've heard that there is no such thing as being a "night person" and you can train yourself to be a "morning person." Unfortunately, I'm just not into that early morning bullshit. This is where G. would say we need to move to a country that starts their day later in the morning, just move the whole day ahead a couple of hours. Gotta look into that. I don't think Filo would mind one bit.

Birthday

I turned 28 a couple of weeks ago. G. had dinner, cake, wine, and a gift waiting for me as I got home from my evening class. That welcome contributed to me feeling pretty good about the whole birthday issue. Birthdays usually incite trepidation and crankiness, but not this year. I think it's because I have a plan for next year, career-wise. And the article is pretty much finished. Plus, the semester is about over. Nice things all around.

The cake was delicious (For all her lip-licking, Filo never got a slice)

Stay Tuned

I miss blogging, but there are other more pressing things on my plate right now. I am tired and stressed and not fun. I cut my hair really short--sometimes it looks cute; sometimes, I think it makes the shape of my head look really oval. I recently got contact lenses and my first thought was that I look tired. My birthday is about two weeks away. I'm not excited, even if it does mean delicious cake is coming my way. Two days ago, part of a crown cracked and I have to replace the whole thing. But not for three weeks because my dentist is deer hunting. I want to see the film Marie Antoinette, even though I'm annoyed by Sofia Coppola, mostly because you know when she pulls any old sweater out of the drawer (even a ratty one), it's cashmere.

So, I'm coming back. It might not be for awhile, though.