Inaugural

No reason not to take this up- I am a blog whore anyway and also fascinated by myself. I seem to have stopped writing longhand in an actual journal, but still obsessively record my thoughts in e-mails to myself. I even send myself copies of e-mails that I send to others.

I am in a strange state of timelessness due to a blizzard that gave me THREE extra days of Christmas vacation, kept me in my house for most of those three days, and the holiday itself. Our family gatherings have been repeatedly postponed because we're worried our guests will get stuck in the towering drifts and/or frozen slush canyons by our house. I haven't been to my exercise class (hereafter known as jazz) in over a week; I tried but was scared away by the state of the parking lot.

Christmas yesterday was wonderful, of course, but I enjoy the lead-up more.