living
yeah, i'm still around. sorry for a brief absence.
dirt town is all set to become snow town this weekend, and we've already got about a half inch on the ground. so far, a sleet-meets-snow experience. fun. we're supposed to limp out of the weekend with something like 8 inches. we'll see about that though. the ice storm they promised fell [and i'm not complaining, mind] considerably short.
the view from the 10th floor of the architecture building is stunning, esp during snowfall.
university shut down at 1, and warning was given for this at noon-thirty. so yeah, i was already deeply entrenched in the day, and ended up leaving at about 2:30. had to help set up some equipment for a meeting that still took place after the shut-down. buses stopped running at 2.
after a hitched ride to the S2 lot, i engaged in a lovely drive through muddy, icy construction sites, and ended up home, where the office has a package for me, but is closed until monday at noon, due to weather. so sr, i probably have the silverware here in dirt down, but i can't be sure.
what is odd to me is this: i'm downright tuckered out. it's all i can do to be awake enough to type all this out. and yet 6 is a bit early to hit the sack. no matter how cold and white it is out, and how cozy and dark my bedroom has the potential to become. i'm not even hungry for a dinner. i think i'd be perfectly happy crawling into bed now and going without. [this is odd, because when i stepped into the bus this morning, i remembered that my lunch was sitting on the counter at home, so i ended up having a mini-can of apricots for lunch. i should be famished.]
my only fear is that if i succumb to the forces of sleep, my body will stage an underground revolt and 'rescue' itself from the clutches of somnia in the wee hours of tomorrow. once conquered, i'd rather remain so.
i could read for classes. i could knit. i could sit by the window with a mug of tea and watch the snow. i could sit with a cat and just sit. i could even surf the web looking for the perfect spider silhouette. i want none of it.
it's 6 now. what's a few hours? i could go to bed without justification at 9, or even 8:30. i was up this morning at 7 after dropping off at 3. that's only a handful of sleep. surely this early surrender can be rationalized.
i like that sound. so what if i wake up too early? it beats wasting this time staring at a wall.
love and peace [and 'nite!]
dirt town is all set to become snow town this weekend, and we've already got about a half inch on the ground. so far, a sleet-meets-snow experience. fun. we're supposed to limp out of the weekend with something like 8 inches. we'll see about that though. the ice storm they promised fell [and i'm not complaining, mind] considerably short.
the view from the 10th floor of the architecture building is stunning, esp during snowfall.
university shut down at 1, and warning was given for this at noon-thirty. so yeah, i was already deeply entrenched in the day, and ended up leaving at about 2:30. had to help set up some equipment for a meeting that still took place after the shut-down. buses stopped running at 2.
after a hitched ride to the S2 lot, i engaged in a lovely drive through muddy, icy construction sites, and ended up home, where the office has a package for me, but is closed until monday at noon, due to weather. so sr, i probably have the silverware here in dirt down, but i can't be sure.
what is odd to me is this: i'm downright tuckered out. it's all i can do to be awake enough to type all this out. and yet 6 is a bit early to hit the sack. no matter how cold and white it is out, and how cozy and dark my bedroom has the potential to become. i'm not even hungry for a dinner. i think i'd be perfectly happy crawling into bed now and going without. [this is odd, because when i stepped into the bus this morning, i remembered that my lunch was sitting on the counter at home, so i ended up having a mini-can of apricots for lunch. i should be famished.]
my only fear is that if i succumb to the forces of sleep, my body will stage an underground revolt and 'rescue' itself from the clutches of somnia in the wee hours of tomorrow. once conquered, i'd rather remain so.
i could read for classes. i could knit. i could sit by the window with a mug of tea and watch the snow. i could sit with a cat and just sit. i could even surf the web looking for the perfect spider silhouette. i want none of it.
it's 6 now. what's a few hours? i could go to bed without justification at 9, or even 8:30. i was up this morning at 7 after dropping off at 3. that's only a handful of sleep. surely this early surrender can be rationalized.
i like that sound. so what if i wake up too early? it beats wasting this time staring at a wall.
love and peace [and 'nite!]
posted by Rehkmira @ 17:59
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