and i feel . . . tired, mostly.
This year, in Northern Wisconsin, we had no snow for Christmas. I don't mean that it simply didn't snow on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. There was no snow on the ground. This, my friends, is not normal.
And, the second sign of the apocolypse: last night, it snowed . . .
in TUCSON.
ARIZONA.
Yeah, that's the desert. It's not really supposed to snow there. Kelly sent me pictures of the snow-covered cacti in her front yard. (I'd post them here, but they were a bit too dark to really show up.)
I'm not a religious person, so it's not like I think god is trying to tell us something, but I tell you this, the earth does not seem happy. I don't care how crunchy that sounds (I did, after all, go to an environmental college), because from the looks of things, crunchy might be true here. Al Gore or no Al Gore, snow in Tucson does not seem right.
On that strange and depressing note, I head to bed. It's a long day tomorrow: racquetball from 10-12, lunch, read, teach from 2:40-4, office hours from 4-6 (during which time I'll finish reading Mike's dissertation chapter), dissertation writing group from 6:10-9:30ish. I am happy, though, to be getting back into racquetball. Currently I have three active racquetball partners: one for Wednesday, one for Thursday, and one for Friday. I have one lined up for Mondays starting next month and I'm working on another for Tuesday. A different gym buddy for each day of the week. Lovely. My quest for gym-domination is proceeding nicely.
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