Goodbye, January. Is it Mardi Gras yet?

Has it really been three weeks since my last post? Time flies when you’re having fun or working or, most days, both.

Since my last post…

• The snowboarding bruises got uglier and went away. I went out again, falling for the first time on my third run.
• I had a visit from a familiar face: MU professor Joy Mayer was in town to speak at the Wyoming Press Association convention.
• I went to the bridal expo… for free cake and people watching. Both were excellent.
• Culture! I went to the Wyoming Symphony Orchestra chamber concert.
• The ice skating story ran and looked beautiful in print thanks to our very talented designers.
• Pre-marathon training has begun. I’m running every other day, gradually upping my mileage. It seems I’m running faster and stronger than before. No injuries yet, fingers crossed.
• I got sucked into LOST. Thank you, Hulu, for making every season available online.

I’ve written mostly state stories lately, which makes me feel like I’m not pulling my weight on the city desk. The last week was frustrating because several times I could not get the information I wanted and needed. I hate not knowing things. I’m either in the right or wrong line of work then, depending how you look at it.

As good as I am about making plans, I’d like to think I’m just as good as changing with them. Plans for last week all but completely fell apart. This week can’t be worse. The only solid “plan” I have is to get as much done before I take some vacation next week.

New Orleans! It’s painfully close and it’s all I can think about when I don’t have anything else to do: family, food, friends, warm weather, food, music. I’ve been preparing by playing Cajun and Jazz in the evenings when I’m cooking dinner. And looking at pictures like this one:

11 days.