Hold On, Don't Let Go

Once again, the weather has reach epic, icky proportions. Freezing slushy rain is not getting a nice top coat of snow, and while at the elementary and secondary level snow days are slightly more common, it seems that higher education laughs in the face of those who don't live on campus. Plus, I am thinking (nay, pretty much knowing) that my tires are on their last leg (ha.) and I am just delaying the inevitable. New tires, getting on the ball re: title and tags, and I am really becoming an officially NY resident, new license aside.

This Tuesday is officially dragging, so I thought I'd pop in. How is it that Mondays manage to fly in a flurry of stuff and junk, but Tuesdays just hang on with every nail digging in (to one's skull, in fact, giving you a huge headache)? On the ever needed plus side, I had multiple people tell me I looked cute today, with one even going so far to call it "Mad Men-ish" which I take quite highly, even having never watched the show. I am going with the brown motif in my day today: gold shoes, chocolate brown dress, oatmeal sweater with gold blingity bling, brown hair, brown watch, tan hose...one of the Football coaches complimented my rain boots though: "Now those are boots." That's a compliment right?

Throwing in a video for you all to check out, Miles Fisher "Don't Let Go" is on heavy rotation on my iTunes, with some serious action in my "Gymbo" playlist, which is getting its own workout both in the fitness center and in the office.

This post is definitely ranking high on the list of ones that bounce around, but we're gonna keep rolling. HL is officially relegated to friend status. Or I have been relegated by him. Or both. Either way, it's been laid out that that is the deal-by his choice of another of the female persuasion. And a text letting me know. While in the presence of both. Le sigh. It's really unfortunate that we get along so well, because otherwise I'd feel the urge to purge him from my life.

So what now? I keep pushing through the winter, start spring travel in March, start looking forward to Alumni Weekend (87 days-who's counting? Me. That's who.), continue on the ever present path. With a hair thingy digging into the back of my skull. Why did I think this hairstyle was a good idea today?