Spring What?
Remember when Spring Break meant something? A week of freedom, most likely a roadtrip to a really interesting and unique location, like Florida, where the rest of the young world was headed. Driving all night through the South with one thing on your mind: collapsing on a beach at the end of the journey. Well, that and beer.

Today marks the start of Spring Break and just like my birthday, there's no love here. No trip awaits me, no grand adventure (though, it must be said, Andrea and I are planning to go to Costco tonight) lies just over the horizon. Nope, just another 2 weekends of evaluations to coordinate and a week without school. Though not quite, because my Wednesday class is still meeting. But I do get to go to work all week, not just part-time.

And I have to admit that now that it's getting kinda hectic, work is rad. Yep, I dig the job. It makes IKEA look ridiculously silly and I am very very grateful for the gig.