"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity."
So true about the weekend. G and I often marvel how we can, when on vacation, easily wake up at 4:00 a.m. in 20-degree weather, don several layers, and hike up a mountain. But where, oh where is the energy at 5:30 a.m. on a Monday morning when it's time to get ready for work? I mean, how can it already be Sunday afternoon? It's going to feel like a year until the next weekend.
We got not one but two snow dustings this weekend. Not enough to cause any trouble, but just enough to cover the brown ugliness of the ground & foliage this time of year.
I spent some quality time at the gym. G and his friend C-peep spent some quality time flying RC planes. I'm working - slowly - on my photography skillz (if you can call it that) and I like the colors in this one:
We bonded with peeps and their little peeps. It was cozy.
And Starbucks (at least the one closest to me) is still making Pumpkin Spice Lattes when I order them, so life is good! Bring it on, Monday!
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