Hit 'ESC'

I've been kinda jealous of all those snow days folks are getting out east. We get short-changed on that account in Cali. I know it's pain to be trapped inside - especially with no electricity - but the pleasure of waking up to muffled softness, and clicking on the radio to learn that you unexpectedly don't have to venture out from underneath the down comforter is one of life's little joys.



Though it's only been a month since we returned from our honeymoon of communing with penguins and icebergs (more soon, really!), I've been feeling over-scheduled and under-rested. Already. All the transitions are still very much in progress: I'm learning how to be a wife and a professor simultaneously. Both fantastic roles. And they certainly take some growing into. I still find myself flummoxed by introductions: I say "I'm married to him," rather than "he's my husband."



This weekend, we took off to find some snow in the mountains, in celebration of Valentine's Day (the anniversary of our first date!), and in honor of the dead presidents' holidays. Ironically, most of the other skiers this weekend were single women wondering where all the decent guys are (apparently not on the slopes or trails this weekend). Some of their tales of single guys behaving badly were all too familiar. I felt extra fortunate to have an 'official' valentine from here on out.

Having hit ESC, the harddrive is re-set for another week.