I am still marveling at what a week of extended, ever-longer days of light and constant sun (even with cold temperatures) can do for you. I knew that February was bad while in it, but I had not realized how acutely.
I’m in the middle of reading about seven books at once now, which is what happens to me when I start reading again.
I found a note I’d made to myself in 2009 or early 2010 when I first met my one of my dearest friends. It is so typical of the kind of conversation/misunderstanding that transpires between us and makes us laugh:
“Yesterday I tried to tell A. about Bill Bryson and his Appalachian Trail book. Somehow she had him mixed up in her head with… Stephen Hawking. I said something about hiking the trail, and she was confused, “He cannot even walk; how can he hike a trail?”
How I love that woman.