As it turns out, practicing a lot, classes, and work keep a person pretty busy. Thus the severe lack of writing in the past few weeks, or however long its been. But this evening turned out to be miraculously free of anything, which is shocking because I usually have at least three back-to-back events on Monday nights. Ah, heavenly free time. So I went to Barnes and Noble and picked up a few things that I probably could have done without. Nevertheless, I'm very glad to now own a copy of the Odyssey (I've been wanting to buy it for at least five and a half years), Gray's Anatomy (absolutely unrelated to the tv show and yes, I know it's not a normal book to have sitting on the shelf...), and North and South (admittedly girly). I then spent a good hour and fifteen minutes poring over them whilst consuming chicken noodle soup from a bread bowl and a chai latte at Panera. In the short span between when I finished the Count of Monte Cristo and now, I totally forgot how utterly delightful it is to lose oneself in some other literary world, laying the petty concerns of daily life momentarily aside.
On the way back from Panera I turned on the heat in my car for the first time this year. It reminded me of winter, and made me want to curl up with my down comforter, a cup of tea, a book (maybe one of the ones I just bought?) and watch snow fall outside my window. I realize that that situation is currently impossible, seeing as the temperature is 29 degrees above freezing, but I always associate the smell of the heater with winter. Maybe that's weird. Nevertheless, that's what I think about. I also just realized that turning the heat on when the outside temperature is 61 degrees is a little pathetic; I swear it felt colder than that!
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