What? It's Wednesday already?

I guess all that live-blogging Sunday night just (shades of WAYNE'S WORLD) sucked out my will to live. Or at least blog.

I have to say this past winter has really kicked my butt. Winter always kicks my butt (google SAD and you'll see why) but this year it's just been . . . terrible. And I'm not sure why. It could be that I wasn't expecting to feel this bad. Last summer I ran a lot, I spent tons of time in the sun, I lost weight, and when autumn arrived, I felt optimistic about handling the months ahead. SO YES. I GOT ALL SASSY AND ARROGANT. Arrogant, arrogant me. Like somehow I was gonna get a pass this year because I was being so proactive on the exercise front while saying no to bacon doughnuts on the bacon doughnut front. And for awhile I did okay. Even into January I was riding my stationary bike while not succumbing to despair.

And then the depression hit and spread through my brain like black ink in a sponge.

Yesterday was beautiful. The sky was blue and the air was clear. You could almost smell spring. And I did think to myself as I looked at Mt. Olympus (I had to go to Holladay twice yesterday) that I might be okay after all.

Here's to a fistful of crocuses. May you bloom soon.

Something I'd forgotten

Babies are great when it comes to sucker punches.

To wit: you figure you'll get a lot of reading done because come on. Babies just sleep all the time. And they do. Kind of. Except you spend all your time watching them sleep. BECAUSE IT IS JUST SO ABSORBING.

To wit: I'll be taking home all those books (unread) that I brought to Eugene with me . . .

On the food front my daughter-in-law and I ate Indian yesterday. No bacon doughnuts for dessert, although I thought about it.