Naturally, when I have a lot to do (hello–I have to pack for turkey hunting on Thursday!), I lay down and read.
I tried to work on a query letter for an article pitch, but I soon shut the laptop and succumbed to the camo-comforter, and finished reading “What Happened to Goodbye,” for the upteenth time.
I love Sarah Dessen books (seriously, all of them). I’ve always dreamed of having a huge library in my house, but I’ve newly been set on getting rid of books I don’t think I’ll reread. It may take me a bit longer to grow my archives, but just imagine a place where any title can be pulled and opened to a spot at random (if, for some reason I didn’t feel like starting again at the beginning), and enjoyed.
I’m a chronic rereader, and proud.
Have you seen Parks and Recreation? I absolutely love it, except for the hunting episode that is completely cringe-worthy (but still worthy of a few laughs).
Well, I’ve been watching a few episodes since I’m home sick, or I should say: back home sick.
I thought I was ok this morning, but alas, after trying a few bites of food, and feeling like I was going to faint, I knew I should probably get back in bed.
That means I missed my social media workshop I was supposed to teach for work–bummer!
That’s right, I didn’t do anything “Photoworthy.” Unless, of course you count waitressing…and awkwardly waiting on people you grew up with (and making small talk) who very obviously have no idea who you are.
I’ll make it up to ya!
Unless you count taking a nap (a 15 minute one at that), I didn’t do anything “Photoworthy.”
I’ll make it up to you–err, me.
One great thing about moving, is the all the crap you have to put into boxes. Today I’ve sifted through craft supplies, books, and dvds…and there’s so much more crap to go through.
This is a great opportunity to get rid of things I don’t use, but not a great opportunity for photos.
I also wish I had booze.
Most of the time (when I’m not in the woods or on the water), I wonder why I live in Minnesota.
I need more sunshine.
Well today, to celebrate the warmth and the sensation of actually wanting to move (and not lay curled up in bed all day), I took a walk with my friend Spencer.
We walked around a lake, dodging the mad sidewalk rivers from all the melting snow. We chatted, and returned to the apartment with smiles on our faces.
And a pathetic burn in our leg muscles.