The rhythm is gonna get you

I know it's Friday. Well, really it's almost Saturday. This week has flown by and my brain is trying to catch up.

There's a "blizzard" going on outside. The snow is swirling around the ground, creating an other-worldly effect. But the accumulation is not impressive. When I was a kid we would have blizzards that would lock you in your house for days until someone crawled out a window and shoveled to the door.

I like piles of snow. Last winter I could hop over the fence up at the field where Nusch and I walk and then he would run around it to catch me. Sure, I could try to hop the fence now, without the help of snow drifts, but I would need medical attention after.

But, it's been a crazy week and I can't even explain why. Lots of things came to a head, found a conclusion, met an endpoint. My friend thinks that we are experiencing a global hormone surge. This would explain the madness going on as well as my uncontrollable need to cry and eat ice cream.

le Bec returns tomorrow. Phew.

Song: This Gloria Estevan classic is from the tape that was stolen from my parent's vehicle in DC while we were on a family trip. The tape was actually in Bec's pack, but belonged to me. It was a tragic day...