Soaking in Life

Now, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm talking about soaking your body in a huge bowl of Life cereal.

Okay, that's just what you'd be thinking if you were me.

I, at the present moment, am sitting at my dining room table. I should be in class, but I figured that I could actually get some work done if I skipped it. That, and I'd rather write blogs in my apartment than in class, where I usually write blogs.

In honor of the Oscars, Grammys, and all the other award shows I missed, I'm treating myself. I have in front of me a jar of olives and a pack of sliced mild cheddar cheese. Maybe I'll put a tie on just for the heck of it. But maybe I won't.

Last night I almost cried. For several reasons all at once, but mostly because it started snowing. AGAIN. It just won't stop. I worked until 2 a.m. and had to hope Katie would make it home okay. (She did just fine, although I can tell by her whining that she can't wait for Spring.)

As I was leaving worked I looked around and remembered something: Snow is most beautiful at night. It was super sticky, and incredibly undisturbed as there was no wind to knock it around.

So, instead of going to bed, I went out and took pictures. Why? Because sometimes these are the things that you just have to soak in. Not cry about.

Here's a picture of Narnia.
Even with the hotel in the back, it's gorgeous.

This was an untouched region of pregnant snow. Pregnant? Yes, pregnant.
It gave birth to septuplets.