I've spent a good part of my break from school in anticipation of something - a deadline, a trip to the airport, a TV airing of Love Actually that somehow keeps evading me.
I have three deadlines to work to during the break. I'm welcoming the work, as strange as that is to believe. I've spent the better part of the past few weeks sitting and indulging in ten hours of Game of Thrones. As much as I love me some Sean Bean to go with my non-existent winter snowfall, I knew that the sloth-like behaviour had to come to a halt.
So now I spend a few hours of my day emailing, making phone calls and generally planning what I have to write about once all the interviews and research come together. It's at a much slower pace than what I'm used to, but at least I now get to quasi-pretend that I'm a working-from-home reporter. However, I don't have an office. Just yet.
Today I took a break from all that and vegetated in front of the television watching Home Alone as my mother attempted marzipan-glazed rolls. They were divine. I also went on a whirlwind foray into gift shopping for Dan's family before picking him up at the airport. Needless to say, it's nice to have him back.
The above photo is of my family on their first, presumably annual, Christmas tree hunt. They went on this wonderful adventure while I was in my cocoon of HBO and digestive crackers. This photo contains the most snow I've seen since the holidays began. Seriously - my backyard looks like it's desperately trying to be its Autumn self. I say thee nay. I want snow! (The good kind that you can watch from your family room window while you feel cozy and safe, not the kind that earns the name "Snow-pocalypse".)
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