Yesterday I drove up to Park City with my friend Marie, and the day was filled with a lot of starts and stops and interesting things and disappointing things and SNOW and then a treacherous white-knuckle drive home that thankfully ended safely. I want to spend more time sharing the details of the last two days, but I am beat. I have a lot to do tomorrow so I can’t afford to skimp on the sleep tonight. My eyes are dry and heavy. My teeth are brushed. My face is washed.
What I’m trying to say is… good night! I’m sure that coffee in the morning will help me recall my weekend adventures in a much more clever and coherent way than I am able to right now.