I got home from a business trip to Pennsylvania today. (Oh my gosh, according to spell check I spelled "Pennsylvania" right on my very first try! Those double "n"s always trip me up and look funny, but NO! I stuck to my brain and not intuition and for once I have spelled this state correctly. Please never ask me to spell the name of the state that is home to Boston, I regularly screw that one up and then feel dumb because, well, I clearly remember learning to spell it in middle school. It just didn't stick. I've always been an abysmal speller. But I spelled "abysmal" right too! I read in the airplane magazine that your brain hits its peak at 39, I must be getting smarter! I've got 10 or so good years left.)
Oh wow, how did all of that wind up in parentheses? ANYWAY, this is Ms Heather Ramblepants coming to you live from Nashville Tennessee where she is very grateful to live. Especially after spending days in a state so cold that I couldn't breathe when I walked outside. Whew! The air was so dry my knuckles are cracking, and my eyes rebelled and didn't stop watering for 2 days. (Okay, I really can't blame dry air on that I guess. Could have been the down pillows at the hotel. Or a very short case of pink eye.) I mean Jesus, how do people put up with that shit for months on end? I was glad to get to the airport (where it was 20 degrees and cloudy, with lots of snow on the ground), stuff my heavy winter coat in my checked luggage, and get my happy ass HOME.
Here in the land of more civilized weather, it was 60 degrees and sunny when the plane landed. Ahhhhhh, that's more like it. Yes, I was born in Maine but I think all of that tolerance for cold weather dried up years ago. I'm okay for a visit but I sure as hell am not going to be living in a climate like that. Unless, of course, I am forced to do so by something drastic like economics. Otherwise, I'm staying right here, thankyouverymuch.
So... weekend plans, aside from thawing out when it is 66 degrees tomorrow (LOVE IT) include my bookclub meeting tomorrow, catching up on Netflix (which I've downgraded to 2 discs at a time because I just never get to them these days), reading more of "East of Eden", doing something physically active, and eating up those Costco peppers. You now have all the news I am capable of giving at this time because I have to go soak my hands in hot oil or something.
PS While we're talking about spelling, I had to go google "Crikey" to make sure I'd spelled it right and apparently it's another word for "Christ". That means that not once but TWICE in one post I have taken the name of the lord in vain. Maybe I should capitalize that "L". Hmmmm....