What is it about women that makes them pursue people that clearly are not interested in them?  I don't get it.

On another note: Winter is here.  I think officially this time.  It snowed for a WHOLE DAY.

There is a lot about where I live that I love deeply.  I love the bright green that the aspens turn in the spring.  I love the sound the blackbirds make in the reeds all summer long.  I love hearing the creek from my bedroom window instead of an air conditioner.  I love that my birthday every year is filled with the golden shades of autumn.  I love the way you can smell fires in the cold air of winter.  I love that when it's negativewhateverfreakingcold the snow literally sparkles in the moonlight...  and the colder it gets, the more magical it looks.  I do not love sitting in my office freezing my ass off because the ENTIRE OUTSIDE WALL IS GLASS. 

I want to go home and take a nap.  My glasses are being fixed so I'm wearing contacts for at least another week.  It's inconvenient.  My eyes feel tired and strained which makes me feel tired and strained.  I'm tired.  I'm strained.  I want a nap.

I think I'm going to write a book.  I'm a little obsessed about it, actually.  It's all I've thought about for the last three weeks.  My challenges:  I'm lazy.  I THINK about it a lot.  I'm less than ready....  I don't have an actual idea for a book.  I just know it's something I'd be good at and so I know I should do it.  The fact that I'm still thinking about it is good, though.  Now...  for the idea part.

I have the sick.  I suspect the youngest gave it to me...  but I can't stay home because A: no more time off and B: Mike is out of the office at some conference or something and I don't feel right calling in when he's not there.
I need to tell you all: Fage yogurt is the best thing since Chobani yogurt.  I love.

My youngest got himself into trouble at school fighting with another kid that has been less than kind to him over the last few years.  They don't look at the last few years, though.  They look at the last few hours.  In the last few hours my kid hit the other kid in the face and gave him a bloody nose.  It was a learning experience for all of us.

Other two are good.  Mike is stress incarnate.  I am...  kind of gross right now.  Life marches on.