I've finally "arrived"

So I feel as thought my life has reached some sort of pinnacle of my existence. Because I'm finally, actually blogging from bed. Which may not sound like that big of a deal to most of you. But it's what I've dreamed of for so long. Many of you know I'm a "pajamas person," AKA Pajama Dren. But also, I love doing everything in bed: reading, writing, watching movies, even eating popcorn. And now here I am, all bloggy-blog in bed on a Sunday afternoon, and I can't think of anything that would possibly be more relaxing. I've even got this cool in bed, breakfast-tray, lap desk thingy that A. gave me as an early birthday present. And it's all just perfect, like being on vacation or something. And he's at work, writing away. And here I am, all happy and safe. And while blogging in bed may sound ridiculous to the rest of you, something about it feels wonderfully luxurious; maybe it's the sheer ridiculousness of it that makes it luxurious. I'm not sure. But it's great.

It's been a cold, snowy, wintery weekend in VT. We had unseasonably warm temps mid week (close to 60!--that's Ferinheit. Oh, I can't spell that, and of course, I should look it up, but I'm not going to). And then Friday was cold and snowy again. And I'd guess that we've gotten about a foot of snow, all told. And I'm starting to wonder if spring will ever, ever come. Meanwhile back at the ranch, some of you are up into the 80s, I know. Don't rub it in.

I'm coming to my thirty-second birthday at the end of the week. I want to spend time this week reflecting on what I want this next year, the thirty-third of my life to be. Thirty three years seems somehow like a magical number. 33. I keep thinking of Schoolhouse Rock and "Three is a magic number. . . " Completing my thirty second year and moving towards the thirty third seems magical, so full of promise. And so, I want to blog about all of that, I think, over the coming days.

A final quick note: last night A. and I watched the first half or so of the movie Flushed Away. Very funny.