Musings

Currently listening to: Fast, Fast - Let's Buy Happiness

     So today, I stayed home sick.  I shouldn't have, because today was the only day of journalism classes I get this week, but I was so not feeling getting out of bed.  I could hear the wind blowing outside, I knew it was supposed to rain, my head was pounding (no, I did not party last night) and my throat was on fire.  My bed held me in its warm embrace - ever notice how your bed is at its comfiest when it's time to get out of it?  I stood up and had that gross dizzy feeling that comes with a head cold; nope, today was not happening.  The prospect of dragging myself out of bed and venturing over to Halifax to actually do work and listen to lectures I wouldn't get anything out of because I'd be too busy noticing the incessant throbbing in my head just didn't seem so appealing.  So I told mum I wouldn't be joining her on our daily morning journey across the harbour and crawled back into bed... and slept.
      I guess we all need a 'me' day every once in a while, and today was one of those days.  Eventually I woke up and made a cup of coffee.  Forgot to mention in my intro: I am hopelessly addicted to coffee.  Perhaps not actually addicted, but I drink it faithfully at least once a day (um, usually twice or more but..).  Brought the laptop downstairs and worked on my journalism assignment due today.  I thought it turned out pretty well; we had to interview someone about a loved one who had passed away.

     I like sitting at my kitchen table when I'm home alone - we have a really great view of a lake because the house is on the side of a hill.  It's peaceful.  Today was a dreary, cloudy, foggy, bleak day.  Shocking weather for the East Coast, right?  You get used to it, after a while.  Granted, you'll never stop complaining about it, but it does grow on you.  Besides, it makes you all the more grateful for the sunny days!

Typical view from the kitchen window - only now the trees are bare and it looks (and is) colder