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.