Determination to be mindless and relax seldom works as you want it to...

I think everyone is entitled to a day of mindless activity every once in a while...and I think the best day to take advantage of that is when it's below freezing outside.  All day.  In Dallas.  So, I did.  Except I didn't really go for completely mindless activity. 
I slept in, and then made myself sleep a little more.  I was in the middle of a very good dream when I woke up this morning, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get back to it.  Don't you hate it when that happens?  I'm forever hopeful that I'll find out what happens tonight or sometime in the near future.  Then again, when you hope something happens, that's usually when it disappears permanently.

How's that for optimism?  Ugh.

I made some macaroon coffee, complete with whipped cream and coconut on top...just because I felt like being fancy.  I'm usually a "no-whip, non-fat" kind of girl, so it was quite the indulgence.  As I sipped (okay gulped) my coffee, I caught up on some email and blog reading, and it was quite peaceful...

Until I decided I'd had enough "mindless" activity.  Granted, none of that was mindless, but it was more mindless than I usually go for.  SO, I decided that I would get back on the workout train.  Remember when I decided to workout every single day for 60 days?  Um, I do too...vaguely. 

My jeans will be the first to tell you that never happened.  So, I started back a week or so with minimal effort.  I don't know if it was the cold weather or the fact that I creeped myself out when I looked in the mirror, but I hit it full force today, and I'm pretty sure that will continue for weeks to come.  And after I got all sweaty, I opened the back door for approximately 10 minutes, or until my teeth were chattering, and then resolved to do it again tomorrow.  After all, I don't go back to school until January 22...I have a full month at my disposal.

I needed to bust out of my apartment for a while.  I was totally stir crazy, so I some clothes on and opened the front door.  The "porch" of my second floor apartment was covered in a sheet of ice.  Super.  I maneuvered myself to the top of the stairs, and saw that the entire staircase was a solid sheet of ice.  Did this stop me?  No.  I contemplated channeling Kevin McAlister from Home Alone and sledding down the stairs, but felt the rock wall and prickly bushes at the base of the staircase might cause some damage.  I decided to attempt it anyway, so off I went.

I made it down without incident, but as I looked up, I wondered how I was going to get back up there.  I got the mail and promptly threw it away.  It's Wednesday...read: ad day.  I went over to my car, to contemplate going somewhere, but my door handles were mostly frozen shut.  Apparently, my apartment complex doesn't turn off the sprinklers when temperatures drop below freezing, resulting in a solid sheet of ice on 75% my car.

So, I walked back over to the stairs and stared at my task at hand:

I'm not sure how I managed it, but I got back up the stairs, unscathed.  I congratulated myself with a bubble bath, flannel pjs, and a bottle of water. 

Do I know how to live it up, or what?

And now, here I sit...ready to be mindless again, only now my brain is full of ideas and thoughts.  Someone needs to tell it that 11:00 p.m. is not the time for it to fill with thoughts that need to be thunk.

Also, my brain is thinking my feet needs socks...but that would require getting up.

Want to take bets on that happening?

Aubs