I went to the mountains of West Virginia this weekend. Somehow, my DC-addled brain remembered how to dress for cold weather (wicking layer, warmth layer including air, wind protection layer) and I went snowshoeing and snow tubing and ice skating. I didn’t remember how to ice skate. I drank a lot and spent more time in the hot tub that I think you’re supposed to.
It is odd for me to realize how much carless city living has adjusted my understanding of personal geography and capacity. I went to get beer and got only one case, forgetting that I didn’t have to carry it eight blocks. I figured that “we could just walk” to a destination, not realizing how spread out everything was, and that there were no sidewalks or trails or expectation of walking. And I forgot that there are colors other than grey and brick and bus (bus being, of course, the color of being on a bus, a grimey puce) and that black and white can contrast brightly.
All this is a convoluted way of saying that I am about to fucking lose it sitting at a desk in front of a screen in a cubicle on the tenth floor of a downtown office building.
