Love in a Box

Today was so crazy.

Aerobics class. Work training. Bus.  Home. ShowerPackLunchReviewforQuiz. Bus. Media Writing avec wet hair. Housing research. Nap on a couch in a bathroom. Symphony rehearsal. Peer mentor meeting. Bus. Home. Dinner. Homework. Bus.  Public Relations class. Bus.  Home.

Not to mention a million emails and phone calls filling in the gaps, trying to plan ahead for my life when I can barely see past today.  The bathroom nap was quite delightful, actually.  Book of Mormon class was cancelled so I decided to celebrate my new-found spare time in a deliciously unconscious sort of way.

The highlight of all of this was a quiet little gap amidst the packed schedule (see "Dinner"), which included listening to this lovely band:





And eating these:

Sweet potato fries.  My go-to comfort food as of late.  Recipe and picture found here, although I prefer to use garlic salt instead of brown sugar.

I ate and listened and realized I was doing just fine.

Rainy Day

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Eating toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, letting semi-sweet chocolate chips melt in my mouth as I'm

Reading King Lear, curled up on a pile of fleecy blankets before I

Set the book down, close my eyes and daydream about someone to dance in the rain with as I

Slip into a deep mid-afternoon nap with the

Rain pattering soothingly on my window.

January's Playlist

Maybe you can tell we went to see Footloose? 

Running Phenomenon

Before the morning run:
I'm going to run a half marathon, dang it!  Where's that training schedule?

During the run:
What on earth would possess me to run a half marathon?  13.1094 miles of torture is the most unappealing thing I can think of.   Pain. Sweat. Lungs on the verge of collapsing.  Stomach twisting nauseatingly. 

After the run:
 I should go look up dates and see if I'll be in town for the big race!


Seriously though, if I'm around in July (fingers still tightly crossed for D.C.  but I have about a 4% chance of getting the position), I would LOVE to do the Bryce Canyon 1/2 . I think I'd love it.  I tell myself that I would.

. . . I'd probably love it after it was over.

But really, who wouldn't want to run through this as the morning sun rises in the east?

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