Small victories

I hit my step goal yesterday, which shouldn’t be a victory (sigh) but was.

And today I hit this little milestone: 365 consecutive days of Spanish on Duolingo. Read more of this post


What I Hear

I am a relatively new podcast listener. I went walking with my sister on vacation last year, and between sweltering humid melting through beachside South Carolina sidestreets, we learned (among other things) how soda works from a podcast she listens to.

It was probably several weeks after that, I actually started listening on my own. Read more of this post

Hues of Thursday morning

It’s already early morning when I step out. Obviously, 5:30am is morning. But at some times of the year I step out and 5:30 is darkness and stars; it’s night in feel. This morning as I step out, the sky is the starless deep blue of predawn.

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Observations under the influence

I’m listening to tunes and watching the dark gather and I can’t quite feel my tongue. Wine. It doesn’t take much, but I’ve had enough. Read more of this post

Feb1: Sunrise @ the office

Good morning and welcome to February 2018.

Light and ice

The cold is brutal. It started as I returned from Iceland, and has been roughly at that level since.

As if I brought it home with me. The souvenir I didn’t want. Read more of this post

Day 4: Waiting

Technically I can sleep in — check out is noon, my airport pickup is 1:30pm. And I was up so late (and I’ve been so obviously sleep-hungry) that you’d think a sleep-in would be just the thing. Read more of this post

Day 3.5: Last night in Reykjavik

A few hours after we get off the bus, a group of us are regathered in the lobby to make a dinner plan. Ellen has her heart set on a gastropub in town that serves (among other things) puffin. Terry is a more cautious eater, and throws out another suggestion. Di seems not to care so long as we don’t have to freeze to get there, and Mike is willing to do whatever. Read more of this post

Day 3: Golden Circle (continued)

The long days and sleepless nights and trading being ice cold and then swelteringly hot inside (all those layers to keep putting on and off) conspire to make me sleep literally every time the bus moves more than 10 minutes. I want to stay up and see things, I just literally can’t.

We get to the Golden Waterfall. We need to put ice grips on our shoes now; it’s still colder here than anywhere we’ve been and the ground is sheets of black ice. Read more of this post

Day 3: Golden Circle

The temperatures keep dropping (and will as we travel farther away from Reykjavik throughout the day), but it’s our last full day on the tour and there is a lot to see… Read more of this post