It is Monday. I had three days off this weekend, but it went by in a blur of snow, shoveling (so much shoveling), and body aches. Seriously, my everything hurts. Shoveling 24 inches of wet, heavy snow sucks big-time.
And now I’m back to work. The state is still technically closed to all non-essential employees, but apparently I am considered essential, so here I am. My back and shoulders ache, as do my thighs, and all I want to do is go home to my apartment, crawl into bed, and sleep away the rest of the day. It doesn’t help that I had to catch a lift into work at 7 AM (an hour before I’m supposed to be here) and this day is dragging like crazy.
Did anything good happen? Well, I started a cowl. It’s really good, relatively mindless knitting. I memorized the pattern in about two seconds, just knits, slips, and purls. I love mindless knitting.
Chipped away a little more at The Behemoth. It’s just dragging at this point. I’m telling you, once you get past the Battle of Gettysburg it’s all downhill from there. The author goes from great battle descriptions to arguments between foreign diplomats, and as much as I love history, I just can’t bring myself to care.
I also watched the entirety of the BBC’s The Six Wives of Henry VIII (1970). I was…slightly disappointed. It’s supposed to be the television adaptation of the life of Henry VIII, but after the excitement and drama of The Tudors I just couldn’t get as excited. I also wasn’t a fan of the way they did the episodes out of chronological order. I’m going to write a review on my other blog, Historical Anachronism, at some point today. If you’re a fan of ripping apart historical inaccuracies in films or TV, come over and take a peek. I’ve also reviewed such “historical” classics as Gettysburg, Anastasia, and Marie Antoinette.
Maybe it’s the metric ton of snow we got, maybe it’s just something in the air, but I am aching for spring right now. If I talk metaphorically, I feel I’ve been living in winter for so long…and my heart aches for something more, something like a spring. Flowers, sunshine, warmth, life.
I have to believe it’s coming.