I love this photograph, taken on the day Spud proposed to me back in February. How it makes me sigh!
I am currently experiencing a snowfall of another kind, one considerably less romantic, and consisting entirely of paper and time, following my first week of lectures. It is Friday and I am exhausted, weighed under by a heavy snowfall of books to read, assignments to write. I will be spending most of my weekend at work, with an early morning run planned for tomorrow to keep up my libido.
Then a 5am start on Monday morning, to catch a bus that will get me to my lectures on time. This semester, I have a total of 12,000 words to write, but on a more positive note, no January exams! I am learning the art of juggling, but rather than beanbags or clubs, I am juggling time.
Hopefully, I will be able to snatch half an hour here or there to knit a couple of rows, edit a couple of paragraphs, or read a couple of chapters of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
This is neither lament nor complaint. I am a busy girl by nature. I wouldn't want it any other way.