I’m straight-up OBSESSED with Ingrid Michaelson’s “The Chain” (particularly the live from Webster Hall version). I’ve left my AP lit days behind me and have yet to interpret exactly what this song means, but I nearly tear up at the end and I don’t know why. I like it. (EDITED TO ADD: I googled the lyrics. That? Is not what my ears heard. Got the meaning now. Hah.)
I’m home alone this week (haha blogger safety SUCK IT! I’m 7,000 miles away from most of my readers and I have an electrified fence, guards, an alarm system, and far greater threats than blog creepers nearby) because Mr. Engineer is up in the Highands (aka the actual middle of nowhere). It’s supposed to be some incredibly beautiful scenery. It’s also where all the tangible threats of, um…unfriendly locals, uh, lurk. (Use your imagination/google here…I’m bound by a confidentiality agreement not to divulge all the things I know.)
Last Monday I flew the most miles I’ve ever consecutively flown ever. (I’m also now turbo-platinum with American/OneWorld! Score!) I’d post some ridiculous map showing my journey but I actually went AROUND the world so it’s hard to draw out in one dimension, you know? But every flight was late, and I did a mad-dash sprint in the Atlanta airport carrying two fairly heavy bags on legs that had juuuuust run a marathon (ow!) Lucky for me I made it back to Port Moresby with my bags (and all the good coffee I smuggled back!) If you’re curious, the route was Philly-Atlanta-Houston-Dallas-Brisbane (like a 17 hour flight FRICK!)-Port Moresby. Whole lotta butt time.
This meant that when I woke up the morning after getting back (Thursday! you lose so much time coming here!) I was ready to RUN!) Just four miles…I know better than to push it post-marathon…but I’ve gotten in lots more miles since and the legs are good. I’m counting myself lucky to be someone who can handle/likes high (relative term–like 50ish a week makes me damn happy) mileage…now if I can just figure out how to run those miles quickly…hmmm….
I’m dying to get out of here for Christmas. So much so that I’m already dreading our return post-Christmas. I know that’s terrible, and I’m trying to get myself to stop thinking that way. I mean, we get nearly a MONTH away! It’s hard to be be homesick for so long though, you know? It’s also crushing my soul that we have no Christmas decorations here and all I want to do is decorate like mad and bake cookies and sing Christmas carols like there’s no tomorrow. And it’s 90 degrees out.
I wore a sweater and a scarf to work Friday even though the aforementioned temperature was in full swing. The day after Thanksgiving is for cuddling up and feeling cozy DAMMIT.
Well, if you’re still reading even though your quick scan of this post told you there were no photos (the horror!) two gold stars for you. Hope you’re well, loving life, and doing a better job of appreciating the present than I am. I’m working on it.