packing

64:365Heading out again tomorrow morning. This is getting old. I think it's time to start looking for something new. Today's image sucks because today sucked. I spent most of the day in bed, feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. After not feeling better I finally got up, showered, and took care of some deadlines. Now I'm mustering enough energy to pack so I can go back to bed. On the road tomorrow, so hopefully I'll find something worth pointing my lens at.

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lasagna

63:365Made lasagna tonight for the first time ever. Mmmmm. Not so much hard as time-consuming and kind of a pain in the ass. A delicious pain in the ass though. And we now have about 10 lbs of lasagna.

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american idiot

62:365Went to see the American Idiot musical at Peabody Opera House tonight. Oh. My. I'm a huge Green Day fan. Huge. Billie Joe is on my top five list. Has been since the first time I saw his kohl guyliner and heard him scream "Seig Heil to the President Gasman…"So getting to see his music in stage performance was…well…awesome.

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track

61:365I took advantage of the gorgeous weather tonight and strolled around the track at the school next to the house. A recovering Zozer accompanied me for one lap on her bicycle, before going inside and falling asleep on the couch. It was nice to move, after a few days of being chained to a desk. It was good to be outside. Met with a general contractor today, and another one is lined up for tomorrow. We are honing in on a final cost, and working heavily with the budget. This is my least favorite part of the process; I find it excruciatingly boring and wind up grouchy and impatient within minutes of starting. While I understand perfectly the reasoning behind doing it, I'd prefer that M just crunch numbers and give me some options rather than dragging me kicking and screaming through every iota of his thought process. Let's just say the engineer and the non-engineer have very different ways of approaching things, and non-engineers quickly view engineers as pedantic. It's a good thing he's cute and makes me laugh. In return, I will grant that my husband most likely views his wife as exceedingly disengaged and naive, and frustratingly over-attached to roman brick. All in all though, I am sure that we are on the right track, and I'm glad we are on it together.

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lines

60:365Spent a quiet night at home. Dinner at the table as a family, snuggling on the couch to watch Little House, reading "The Little White Owl" in bed. Heaven. Then M and I settled down with two computers and two spreadsheets. (Party animals, we are.) Budget, and first general contractor bid numbers. Things got a little heated now and then (apparently I wasn't "embracing the numbers" to his satisfaction), but by the end of the evening we were cracking up and, once again, on the same page. I don't know exactly what we'll cut and what we'll keep, going from plans to building our new home, but I know that no matter what we will be happy there.

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change of plans

58:365Changed my travel plans. Canceled KS leg and came straight home to my family. Sick daughter, sick husband. I'm glad I'm home, for them and for me.

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molly

57:365This is Molly. She's a Wheaten terrier who is sweet and adorable, and who kept me company all day today. I woke up sore from yesterday's hike, and sniffly and feeling lazy. I bid my friends good luck, sent them on their way, and snuggled up on the couch with my MacBook and Molly. I no longer feel like I'm drowning in work and personal emails. It was a relaxing yet productive day, and just what I needed. Granted, I still have a bajillion things on my plate, but I have a pretty good idea of scope and priority now instead of an ominous looming shadow of vague obligations and tasks. I'm organized again, with less than 50 emails in each email account. This is progress, given that when I started I had nearly 700 in my work inbox alone. I'm ready to get back to work, and I'm really ready to get home. To Kansas tomorrow night, and STL the next after a day of meetings. I'm ready.

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frozen

56:365We hiked with snowshoes a little over three miles to Mills Lake (elevation 10,400). Once there, we were rocked by 50-60 mph gusts of wind carrying snow. It felt like my face was being sand-blasted. The only thing to do was turn my back to the wind and brace. That worked well until the winds changed direction suddenly. At one point Lynn and I both held on to our guide's pack (to keep it from blowing away while he chased his hat that had blown away), and leaned back into the wind. I don't know how far I leaned, but let's just say that if there were no wind I'd have been flat on my butt. We stood on three to four feet of solid ice and grinned at each other between gusts. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.

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hike

55:365Went for an "acclimation hike" this morning, in preparation for tomorrow's snowshoeing. Gorgeous. We're not in Vegas anymore, Toto. I captured this image of our little band of women, who are also gorgeous inside and out.

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