Thursday, February 07, 2008

Countdown to skiing

I guess someone up there knows that I'm about to head to the Rockies for my ski vacation, so they're trying to build the snow-excitement. I was walking around for just about five minutes outside and I could barely stand the ice pellets battering my face.

The worse it got, the harder I laughed. It was unreal.

Now, of course, in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping, but can't, it looks pretty.

I wish I didn't have to wake up in the morning, or I'd stay here with the computer, typing away and staring out the window for hours. Unfortunately, at this point, I'll be a dead person tomorrow with red rimmed eyes. And likely a migraine. So I figure I might as well get a post in.

I almost don't even feel like I'm going on vacation. I keep saying it to remind myself. But I've been working so hard for the past week to get everything in order for me to leave that I feel exhausted and overwhelmed.

Maybe I should take my lead from how I deal with the nasty weather: the worse it gets, the harder I should laugh.

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