It’s April in Minnesota. Temperatures are just starting to creep above 50 degrees. Here, that means it’s time to break out shorts and flip-flops. The sun stays out longer, and you start to think that maybe being out-of-doors isn’t a form of punishment.
Spring is an all-too-short season here. I find that as I get older, I feel a little panicked at springtime–like I have to do it all, spend every minute soaking it in because soon it will be gone and I will be left feeling as though I have missed the whole thing. Holidays are this way too. Everything starts to rush by so quickly. This year, I’m going to try to be outside more, just for the sake of being outside. Reading books on the balcony, walks around the neighborhood. I want this Spring to end without any regrets.
I have had a raging cold for a few days now. Started with a sore throat, which evolved into losing my voice, then came the stuffy head/sneezing/endless snot phase. I have torn through almost 3 full boxes of Kleenex in the past 3 days.
What strikes me as unusual is, I was sick with a similar cold last year over Easter weekend too. Lost my voice, rubbed my nose raw from blowing it so much… I remember because I drove to 3 different stores on Easter morning looking for tissues and cold medicine before I finally found a place that was open. Coincidence? I’m starting to wonder. We’ll see what 2014 holds.
I’ve been thinking about you. Just been busy, that’s all. I still love you, I promise.
A few things:
I’m over winter. Let’s move on.
My son is driving me up a wall trying to get the old Atari to work. I seriously want to play some Combat on my 55 inch tv, though. If anyone knows where I can get a copy of Maze Craze, let me know.
Community isn’t as good without Dan Harmon. I knew it wouldn’t be, but the reality of the situation still makes my heart hurt.
A coworker of mine died yesterday. We weren’t super pals or anything–he was a quiet guy, kept to himself a lot of the time. Had a great sense of humor when he let it out. Always pleasant and an all around likeable guy. He went home at the end of the week one day in December, and he never came back. It went around that he was in the hospital, and we’d receive updates here and there. At some point, it became clear that he wasn’t coming back to the office. He was only 47, and it’s just such a shame. Such a stupid, sad thing that he is gone and now his family has to figure out what life is like now. I am sad that he is gone.
I am excited. 4 days without work. 3 of which I get to spend with my boys, which is kind of a big deal given all the different schedules we have these days. Here’s the thing though… I don’t have anything to do. I’m bored. I cleaned house yesterday when I got off work. I did laundry when I got up. I just painted my nails. Soon I’ll exercise – but after that, I don’t have anything to do until about 6 pm. What am I going to fill 5 hours with? It’s a good problem to have, I suppose. One I’m going to miss once the holidays are over and there’s no days off at work for about 4 months.