I am back from my long weekend in Madison; which was all snow for miles and miles. I have never seen that much snow. It was a tad bit amazing and also daunting and scary in some ways, but then aren't most things that are beautiful and wonderful? It was also cold, but that cold really didn't bother me as much as was predicted by others. The plane delays coming home were upsetting, but to be excepted if traveling during the winter to a place that has had over 6 feet of snow already this winter.

Of course, other things did happen besides the cold and snow: a short day trip to a childhood home, a grave yard, a candy store, dinner with parents, a tiger themed bar, a trip to the market, dinner, poetry, laughter, hands held to stay warm, tossing and turning, a beautiful sun set, nice wine, and love.

I spent most of yesterday, besides trying keep track of when my plane was leaving as the time was constantly changing, trying not to cry. My girlfriend, Melissa, called while I was drinking my second cup of cold press in the coffee shop in the airport to cry on my shoulder for a while about the man she has been dating for a long time. Things aren't going well between the two of them, and in some ways she helped me to remember to not worry so much about things.

I did cry though, but just a bit.


Today, has been just a day.

I decided to drop my second thesis adviser for a fiction professor. I taught two classes, had some lunch in my office, took Sid in piano lessons, had some dinner and did a bit of reading.

Something has just felt out of place all day.