I’m lying in bed right now. The only light in the room comes from the glow of my iPhone. The windy is whistling outside as snow beats against the windows. I’m bunkered down for a long winter nap.
It’s Sunday night, and I should be asleep, but I’m not ready to give in. Sunday nights I always feel the need to be productive. Laundry gets done, rooms get tidied, and blog posts get written (whether or not they see the light of day is another matter for another day). I’m not sure if this urge comes from panic, that things I’ve put off all weekend need to get done, or if I’m trying to distract myself from the reality that bright and early the next day I’ll be back at the grind.
Right now there’s a blizzard happening outside, and I’m hoping it lasts well into tomorrow, but I know it will have subsided by the time I have to get up. But a girl can dream can’t she.
I’d love a snow day with J.W. We haven’t had one together yet. Laziness on the couch, hot chocolate, Netflix marathons, tournaments of Phase 10, it all sounds a little wonderful. Except snow days are few and far between for me, and he’s out of town anyways.
We spent another great weekend at the cabin with my parents. We got up early and headed back to town today so J.W. could go on his annual snowmobile trip with his friends. Early rises on Sunday’s are not how we roll, and the drive back seemed longer than ever. We were cold and tired, but we made the best of it by stopping and taking some pictures of the ice along the shoreline. We’ve been admiring the way it has pushed towards shore and piled up. I’m over winter but I’ve got to admit that there’s something beautiful about it.
But I’m going to stop rambling now. Hope you all enjoyed your weekend!