Where was I before I rabbit-trailed? Oh, right. It was a lovely morning. Somehow, I got the impression that such a morning justified breaking out my little red flip-flops. Flip-flops are almost as good as going barefoot, with the added bonus of being culturally acceptable. As I walked out to the car with Daddy, I showed off my brave departure in footwear, mentioning that it was pretty much Spring, and wasn't it nice out? He laughed at me, pointing out the frost on the windshield.
Not only are my lily-white feet somewhat out of place in this weather, but my clothing combination leaves something to be desired. It has been an acquired skill, but I feel that I generally coordinate pretty well. Not so this morning. Why? Well, I haven't done laundry in ... hmm... a long time. The result: an increasingly limited selection of clean clothing, and a resolve to do laundry tonight!
(Five minutes later:)
I was intending to end this post right about here. When an incessantly piercing beep began to sound, I was given a choice of either going crazy or vacating my table by the window in the Commons. I'm attempting to preserve the remainder of my sanity, so I picked the latter. I am now writing from the third and best floor of the Library, where the smell of aging books envelopes me, and the rows of shelves stretch back the length of a football field.In other news, I am quitting my job today. Hurrah! And my legs hurt. I am sadly out of shape, as my dance class so pointedly reminds me twice a week.
Have a lovely Tuesday!
