I woke up this morning to a snow dusted world, and no electricity. After discussing it, my sister and I agreed that our lack of power relieved us of any pretense of productivity. So we lit candles, changed back into pajamas, and snuggled in for some rare pleasure reading.
Today is one of my last days at home– at least for a while. I move back in Tuesday, and classes begin Wednesday. The closer we get to the beginning of the semester, the more anxious I feel. I am eager to work hard, but the amount of tasks that need to be accomplished (and accomplished well) is slightly worrisome.
Spring semester will be interesting. Perhaps even Wild.
That was a terrible pun.
I’ll show myself out.