I ran out of internetz on Friday. Sorry.
Hello, Internet, it’s Friday, January 13th. OOOoooooh. Spooky.
(Ok, I know it’s not really Friday anymore and is probably, by now, actually Sunday. In the evening. I’ll get to that.)
This has been an incredibly productive week. Those are really nice because – let’s be honest, here – winter is slow. It is a slow season. Slow for driving. Slow for walking. Slow for moving. Even leaving the house takes longer. You have to put on more clothes. You have to make sure you have everything you need when you leave because getting home to pick up something you’ve forgotten takes forever. Sometimes, you have to shovel. Everything moves at a snail’s pace, no matter how hard you push against it. Do you know how long it takes to walk from downtown to my house in the summer or fall? 5-10 minutes. In the winter? 15-20. And it’s harder, because I’m carrying more stuff and wearing more clothes. And I get to the top of the hill and I’m sweaty because going slow doesn’t mean taking it easy. It’s not the same thing at all.
Winter is also slow for working. For someone like me, who usually has a project or two in her head, there is always something that could be done. But most of those things could be done… sorta whenever. And for a procrastinatrix like me, that’s not enough to make it happen.
(Do you like my new word? I like it. It makes procrastinating sound all sexy and dangerous. Like there might be black leather involved.)
So, what this means is that when stuff DOES have to get done, getting it done feels AWESOME in comparison to not getting it done.
So basically, there was a bunch of work to do this week, and I had 2 auditions (both on snow storm days, because life is not even the slightest bit fair when it comes to the weather), and I went to the gym a bunch of times, and I got all my laundry done and put away, and I had a buddy visiting from out of town, and I saw a lot of other friends besides, and now it is Friday night and I’ve just realized that this week (and especially today) was SO busy and productive that I didn’t get a blog entry written. So I’m writing one. But I don’t have internet, because it’s should-be-asleep-o’clock on Friday night and I am staying with friends whose password I don’t know so as to be more easily picked up at 6 in the morning and taken to Clarenville for ski patrol, during which I will continue to have no internet. (Did you get that? No? Too run-on-y a sentence? Sorry. The point is,) I will have internet again Sunday evening when I get home.
In the meantime, sleep. Because 6am is very early in the morning to be leaving the house. Adieu, friends. A dimanche!