I had a small winter adventure in the Gatineau Hills hiking and mucking about in 1/2 an inch of snow. Where oh where is all the snow? I had planned on snowshoeing. No such luck.

Laid in the snow for awhile. It was packy, snowman snow. Left my body imprint somewhere in the hills.

Didn't really visit with anyone. Only had a two day visit. Was working a couple of jobs so couldn't really stay longer. And now, school starts tomorrow. Will discuss possibility of an honours with a prof, meet with another prof about the research job, attend modern to postmodern philosophy class (even though I have no room to take it--thinking maybe I can sit in. I'm short, they're likely not to notice). Then, archaeology class at night. Three classes on Thursday. Must complete Greek midterm to hand in by noon! My wee little break is over. Have set up two reading areas in my little home. They're delicious and warm.

Off to work on Greek! Read some poetry, hope to invoke the muse I've been purposely neglecting. Needed a break I think. Or time for the sinking feelings I've had about the art to subside. Not quite there yet. But not giving up either.

Got a new journal for Christmas given to me affectionately. The best kind of offering.

Now, what to write?