houston has temporarily switched identities with seattle, i think. it is raining, and it is 37 degrees outside. 37! anytime the temperature dips into the 30s here seems like a big deal. in a few years i will have to move elsewhere if for no other reason than to remember how to deal with cold weather. in the meantime, i will shiver.
i had been thinking about finally ignoring the absurdity of getting in the car and driving somewhere to go running and was going to drive up to memorial park today. they have a ~3 mile dirt trail that i’ve read about, and yesterday morning as we were driving home from the race, chrissy recommended it as well. it is a 30-40 minute drive from where i live, but i figured it’s sunday, i have the time, and i’m sick of running laps around my apartment complex (the surrounding roads have too many cars and too little sidewalk to feel comfortable running along them). but the weather is so gross that i’ll have to save that outing for another day.
funny. the ickiness outside is yet another little reminder that sometimes even the best laid plans go to waste. this is something that in my past life i constantly forgot. these days, the reminders make me laugh knowingly to myself.
this morning i woke up feeling strangely confused. i have been having a lot of dreams lately, some weird, some normal. the other night i dreamed i climbed mt. everest, which was cool. the night before that, i had dreamed that aliens were infiltrating society and made me turn into an alien when the sun went down (which i’m certain can be attributed to a combination of commercials for the dvd of “signs” and watching shrek on tv a few days before). those are two of the few i can remember well; the others have been of the type that fade quickly after you open your eyes, leaving you with the knowledge only that you had been dreaming, and nothing of what it was about. this morning, though i couldn’t remember the content of the dream, a vaguely unsettling feeling lingered.
i wonder if it’s because i rearranged my furniture and am now sleeping on the opposite side of the bed. that would be interesting.
the unsettling feeling led to a bit of positive reflection. my life, without me really even realizing it, has fallen into a comfortable pattern. hmm. actually, pattern isn’t the right word. perhaps it would be better to say that i’ve reached a happy medium in many respects. things that used to leave me conflicted don’t do so as often.
life is good here. i am happy.
i go to france on friday!!
