Frigid. Seriously.
It is positively freezing outside, and tomorrow is supposed to be ugly, dark, gray, windy, and even colder. Blah. As much as I enjoy winter sports (which I haven’t been able to do this winter, as snow seems to be eluding the state of New Jersey though it has piled up everywhere else in the country), I’m done with winter this year. It can scamper back to its little cave and rouse the springtime now.
I may just be bitter because I’ve come under attack by a cold bug that is, really, exhausting my body and my mind. This is yet another one of those times I wish I were back in school. I would have no problems skipping out on a class because I feel crappy. But here in the real world, taking sick days constitutes losing vacation days, which I refuse to allow. I’m deliberately saving my days off so that I can have a proper few weeks to enjoy Midsommar in Sweden. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it. I haven’t been back there in, wow, five years next month (wtf?), and it’s high time I made it back, especially since my relatives over there are getting on in years and I’d like to see them. They’re nuts, but in a fun way. Let’s face it: if I had the option, I’d be living there now. Maybe if I go for my MBA at the Stockholm School of Economics, about which I’ve been thinking for awhile … but I should probably figure out my company’s policy on buggering off to go back to school first.
Apart from work, what’s been going on? Meg and I had our one-year anniversary on Saturday night, which we spent by going out to dinner and spending a night at the Hilton, which was just wonderful. I always forget how much I like room service.

