Random

I considered writing about a lot of different things today.

I could have written about how excited I am that my trip is 5 days away and how I have muchos packing to do involving practically every winter-appropriate garment in my wardrobe, which makes me glad that we’re driving and not flying because at this rate I’m gonna need a tractor-trailer to get all my stuff to Quebec, because, damn it, it’s cold up there!

I thought about writing about the minor wrist injury I obtained while snowboarding this weekend, and about how, while I was disappointed that I had to cut the day short, there’s a small part of me who thinks sports injuries are awesome and my wrapped wrist is a testament to my adventurous weekend and makes me proud of myself for trying new things.

I almost wrote about the winter “storm” we’re going to get, and even though I know for a fact that the weather people always blow these storms out of proportion and I know for a fact that corporate offices would rather have their employees risk life and limb to get to work than pay them for time spent not working, the little kid in me can’t help but hope that we’ll get a snow-day or at least a snow-morning tomorrow, and I’ll be able to tuck back under the covers and snuggle with my favorite dog (seeing as my favorite human will have already left for work – firemen don’t get snow-days)

And then, I though about writing about the fact that my lease on my Collingswood apartment is happily (but unexpectedly) ending two months early, and while I’m thrilled to not have to pay rent come February 1 (or ever after), I’m also faced with the burden of getting all my stuff out of the place by Saturday night, which is a bit overwhelming, considering I was going to spend the rest of the week packing for my trip at a leisurely pace that would have allowed for significant gym, home-improvement,and socializing time.

And it occurred to me to write about how awesome it is that several pairs of my jeans and work-pants that were about to be too small for me are now fitting me again, and even though it’s just a matter of a few pounds, I’m thrilled to see that eating (more) healthy and working out (more) consistently are strategies that seem to be paying off, and not only am I now healthier and looking better, I won’t have to spend money on new pants either, which is always a good thing, because I really need to get new tires and replace that fersnuggen bent rim on my car.

But you know what I’m going to write about? Those little red and green dots you see when you close your eyes, or when you’re out at night and its pitch dark. What’s up with those things? Is it just your cones and rods going berserk over a lack of light, or are you maybe getting a peak into another dimension, considering that most modern-day physicists subscribe to the belief that there are in fact multiple dimensions, and our brains have a lot to do with keeping us from ‘seeing’ them, in a sense.




I’d like to think it’s a little of both.
Or maybe I just watch too much Discovery Channel.