I just shoveled snow for, like, the first time ever. I feel very macho and butch. And cold and tired. And ready to move back to Hawai'i. I'm very glad this huge snowfall waited until AFTER our conference, when I was planning on staying home sleeping and drinking hot chocolate anyway.
The conference is over. I think I slept about four hours over three nights and am still in a daze, but I think everything went really well. And I can hopefully get out and be social again very soon. But I may be shouting "It's not a Tumah!!!!" for the next few months. I apologize in advance.
I still have a nagging need for a snowball fight.
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