It is cold! Maybe to the thicker-skinned types this would almost be shorts-and-tank top weather, but I’m telling you I’m freezing my you-know-what off. It is currently about 7:45 pm and 42°F. We had a 10 minute rainstorm this morning, then sun and puffy clouds the rest of the day. The combination of wet earth, lack of insulating cloud layer, and mild wind has sent us on a downward temperature spiral. I may actually wear pants to bed.
I managed some View Club shots today:
I know the sky looks absolutely clear, but here’s what I saw when I turned east:
The remnants of that morning storm were moving out of our little valley and piling up over the low desert areas. The high desert areas, on the other side of the mountains, were iced in. All roads over the mountains were restricted or closed.
I’m glad to be back at school. This is the first time in my entire life I’ve actually missed having homework! Either I am definitely on a path I need to be on, or I’ve finally snapped. Probably both. I still doubt this path, though. The few short months I’ve been back at school have already been an amazing journey. Just today I joined my first ever club! And I became the Inter-Club Council representative! I have no idea what that entails other than twice-monthly meetings, but it sounds good on an application. Financially, though, things are plain bad. Extra expenses that used to be minor inconveniences, like doctor visits or car troubles, are catastrophic now. A student worker job at school, plus another weekend job, are both in the works, but they are very, very slow to come. The weekend job is contingent on someone else being fired, and hoping for it to happen screws with my karma, but that’s where I am. I feel guilty every day: that living has become so hard, that my kids have to do without so much, and that other [generous] people have to pick up my slack. It’s taking it’s toll on everyone’s patience, and support for my academic endeavor is waning. I’m starting to wonder myself if this is really a good idea. For every high there seems to be an equal and opposite low. Or two.
Okay, take a good, refocusing breath with me. Thank you for your sympathetic thoughts during my pity party. It’s over for now. I’m serving coffee and handing back your coats.
On a completely positive note, Squishy…no, that’s not right. That’s Finding Nemo. What did I call him? Smushy! Smushy is a week old, and already looking less smushy.
He is just the cutest! Mommy is recovering well, laughing about her new battle scars and handling the rigors of caring for a newborn with relative ease. Daddy is just being his phenomenal self. You’ve never seen a more precious trio. ❤