Mmm, those two words tastes delicious... like a burrowing tunnel deep in a snow fort and bundling up in snow-gear so you can't bend over and snowmen and snowcats and snowdogs and not being able to feel your feet or your legs or your fingers, and then of course, drinking hot chocolate to warm you from the inside out. And they told me that phrase didn't exist in the coligete's vocabulary! A little childhood notion trying to cling on, I suppose.
Today my head is far above all the thoughts of finals and GSR and papers. I am introspective, hopeful, and just happy, I guess. I know it's dangerous to not be getting all I need done, but I'd like to revel in it before the craziness of next week. It's a good perspective, I think, to realize that life isn't all about the finals or the papers; thinking about that puts my heart in it's place. It's so easy to get caught in the busyness of the world...
Fredrick is doing his little dance thing. Eat your food, silly fish.