Coming home.

It's annual.

It's the third week in March. The third week in March is always tough, much like beef jerky, or taffy that's a little too old. I just get hit with this wave of complacency and the only solution I can ever come up with is to go on a trip.

So I'm sitting here researching options for this weekend. And when I get all researched out, I take a break and read a book that has nothing to do with school. And then I wander into the kitchen and eat whatever is sitting out on the counter, which right now is some 2-day-old brownies and some bananas. Then I think, "I wonder what would happen if I baked some bananas into some brownies." Then I think, "I'll probably never know." 

Then I convince myself that school really does matter and that I need to start working on my take-home test and maybe get a head start on those end-of-semester papers. But those aren't due until the end of the semester, so I think I'll go running now.  Just kidding. I think I'll buy a hammock.

Today.

Today. 

Duh mom.

Spring ahead.

I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that today

was the perfect day for a little spring skiing.

Cheers. 

Okay.

No time.

A beautiful weekend in the mountains.

It's never too cold to spend some time in the wilderness. So I did. Turns out, camping in 4 feet of snow is actually a lot of work. That same 4 feet of snow makes using the outdoor restroom challenging, but I'm a pretty firm believer in opposition in all things, so it worked.

I'm always reminded of how beautiful this world is when I make an effort to spend some time in it, and I wish I could live in the forest.

I thought about getting another job this summer, but this weekend I realized, why would I do that? Aside from all the important ones, having fun is my number one priority. Also, I hope I look back on my life and think, "Man, that was funny."

So here's to an upcoming summer of fun, and to a beautiful, sunny, snowy, sunburned weekend.