It’s winter. I woke up this morning and for the first time since March or so, it was significantly colder in my room than it was in bed. One of those mornings that make you go, “Why, why do I need to leave my happy, warm bed?” Once I finally dragged myself out of bed and through my morning routine, I trudged out to my car only to find it covered with frost. Ah, the first scraping of the car of the season. Whee. Only not.
On a positive note, I was reading an article in the Washington Post Magazine and it mentioned the book Sideways Stories From Wayside School. I had one of those, “I remember that book!” moments. It wasn’t one of my favorites, but I did enjoy it. So now I feel this overwhelming desire to go find and read a copy. Much like my desire to find and the first, oh, 50 Sweet Valley High books.
Current song in my head:
“Slip Sliding Away” by Paul Simon