A Winter Wonderland

Apparently all that Simpsons news coverage got the best of me and I had to take a rest from the blog. Enough! My world is chugging along quite nicely. My new schedule appears to have been handcrafted by Jesus and the Saints and, although I'm forced to hit the sack at an extra-early 11:00 nearly every night, I have more than enough free time to devote to reruns of Will & Grace and food.

Last week I had this strangely blissful week, full of fun evenings with Spanish friends and extra speaking time with Austrian Peter, who is in my Catalan class (it confuses me, too, if I think about it too hard). I am thinking of volunteering at a local NGO to up the Spanish output to a maximum. I've been reading more. I tick off a resolution or two. Can I scratch one out? I'll let you guess which one.

In other news, the warmish weather has been replaced by an Arctic Polar Blast. The media has been in a frenzy about this, but I paid no mind until it began to snow earlier today. I started laughing and stared out the office's sixth-story window for about 20 minutes. Canadian Natalie laughed and made a remark about my sunny South. Can I help that the snow, falling lightly onto the unsuspecting pedestrians below, still amazes my southern-fried heart?