Daily Dose

My feet are freezing. My slippers and my socks got wet which caused the extra freeziness of my feet.

God Damn Snow.

It’s still snowing. It’s been snowing steadily since before Noon. It looks like it’s going to keep snowing pretty steadily for quite some time. Maybe for days. I hope not for weeks. Unless it gets it all out of its system before TW’s mom heads to Denver.

I’m looking forward to that.

I’m looking forward to our mini vacation to Door County, too. I don’t care if there’s not a damn thing to do except drink coffee in a little coffee shop and wander around a strange small town library and trudge through snow along the shore of the bay or the lake.

I don’t care. I just need a damn vacation.

If I was brave, I’d leave my computer at home. But I’m not brave at all, so I’m going to take it. Which isn’t so much brave as it is smart, since TW will have to work while we’re on vacation. Damn contractor jobs. Damn tax payments and hospital bills. Damn the expenses we’re going to face over the next three years.

Because yea, I’ve really started to think about what happens 3 years and a few months from now. Where are we going to move? I’m totally looking forward to the leaving part but the figuring out what comes next and where — and how the hell much is that going to cost, recognizing just how much it cost to get us here and get TW’s mom here and TW’s sister here and then to do it all again in the other direction.

Holy hell.

My feet are freezing, I need to go dig around for a few pairs of socks.

For many years, I looked forward to Fridays and not just because Friday meant weekend and less work and fun. But because my Fridays were light workdays. Not a lot of meetings. Not a lot of reports, or the reports that were due were easy ones. Fridays were the days when I could catch up on the things that slipped through the cracks earlier in the week. Fridays were the days when I might actually be able to write something. Or catch up on reading blogs that I was only able to skim earlier in the week. Fridays were the days that I could hang out in Chatter. Leave some comments on blogs that I normally don’t have time to comment on.

I miss those Fridays.

Suddenly my Fridays are full of things that aren’t supposed to be there. Mayhem and chaos. Nothing goes according to schedule. My best intentions are gone by 9am and I’m flying by the seat of my sweatpants, again.

Oh well, at least Saturdays and Sundays are slow, right?

We woke up to a dusting of snow.

It snowed, lightly, a few days ago, too.

A few days before that, it snowed a couple of inches.

Since JMP left, there’s pretty much been frozen slushie snowy mess on my front deck.

I bet you didn’t know that, did you? Of course you didn’t, because I’ve taken pretty much ZERO snow photos since JMP left.

Four four years I took a photo of my front deck any time it had even a wee bit of snow and now, in our fifth winter, I’ve pretty much given up.

Is it because we’ve had so little snow that I’ve gotten out of practice?

Is it because I’ve become desensitized by the snow. It’s just another day, ho hum?

Am I bored with the whole idea of snow photos?

Or has the weather just beaten me into submission?

I think it’s probably a combination of all of those things. With 3 1/2 years left here, I’m pretty sure you’ll see quite a few more snow photos from me before I’m done — but I guess it won’t be every day. I just don’t have it in my to do it.

Stupid snow.

A couple of nights ago, TW was stalking reading my blog and said, “You missed a day!” I growled and told her that I had not missed a day — Bluehost was down so I blogged to Posterous, which would normally have auto-crossposted here — but Bluehost was down, so it didn’t.

I did blog that day.

The night that she was stalking my blog, I didn’t blog here at all. Or on Posterous either. But, I didn’t miss a day. I blogged on BlogHer.com.

I sat at my desk that day, for a good long while, trying to decide whether it was important that I blog HERE everyday or whether it was just important that I write something — somewhere.

I decided it was the latter and I just shut down my computer and let it go.

A couple of days later, I’m still ok with that decision.

That doesn’t mean there won’t be days when I blog in more than one place. It really just means that I want to blog more often — somewhere, anywhere, not just HERE in THIS space. I should really work harder on spreading the writing around. Crazy in Chicago? Johnny Mac Pippin? Prairie Dog Digest? All of those could use some attention. Or, I need to retire them.

All of this might be my way of saying that I really need to get back to work on that blogging calendar I was working on in January and let go because I didn’t think I needed it. Or because I convinced myself I didn’t need it. Someone remind me to stop taking shortcuts and just DO IT.