I jumped ship early at the spa yesterday. It started snowing and blowing around noon, and I kept hearing sirens all afternoon. In a town as small as McCall, that spells really bad roads. So I closed up shop a little after 4 so I could get home before dark. It was really warm (in the low 30s), which made the roads even worse, a slushy slippery mess. I had a death grip on the wheel until I pulled safely into my carport a little over an hour later.
I had trouble sleeping last night, the wind howling around the house and the hail on the tin roof sounded lovely and dramatic, but was not soothing.
I have no plans to leave the house (well, no plans to go farther from my door than the wood shed at any rate) for the next few days. In case you were wondering, I've already fallen a little behind in the BarBri study schedule. I've been distracted by my DVDs of The West Wing's third season. That ends today.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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