That was what the postcard I bought yesterday said. And it perfectly represented my day. But I cannot show it to you because I cannot upload any pictures. I left my cord at home. Along with my headphones, Lightning Reaction game, and espresso machine. As the days go by, the list keeps getting longer.
And as the hour goes by, the day keeps getting colder (but our anticipation grows greater and hearts warmer, because each passing hour also brings us closer to next week's episode of Grey's Anatomy).
I had a marvelous day yesterday, despite having freezing eyeballs for most of the day. Have your eyes ever hurt from the cold? Meghan and I picked the perfect day for strolling down Maine Street, on a day when temperatures straddled between positive and negative single digits, and the wind chill always made it feel ten degrees colder. We decided to sample hot chocolates from a few local establishments. Along the way, I learned how to skillfully drink hot chocolate from bendy straws. (Patience is the key.) We unanimously decided that The Station had the chocolatiest and hottest hot chocolate around. No contest. We even went back and told The Station, fully expecting the folks there to say, "Thank you, do you want some more? It's on the house!" They didn't.
Still, it was a great day. I did school work and work work, met with a professor and a lot of friends. I ate a Grand City sandwich, smothered in sweet cranberry sauce from a can and lots of mayonnaise, as I watched Meghan interview on the phone and get a job, a win-win for the two of us in a span of fifteen minutes. I don't understand how I ever got through any of my previous Fridays, going to classes and labs. What dreary days those were.
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