Friday, March 7
I've been staying in bed for the past few days, battling the flu (I used to fall sick whenever I got a break from university; now, it seems I fall sick a week before the break - which in a way is good, 'cause I get well before the break begins, though I feel somewhat guilty for missing classes). I've had plenty of time watch the snow fall and the light change outside, and notice how days really are getting longer.
When I'm busy, I always think what I would do if I just had some time for myself - read, knit, blog, etc.
And what have I done? Absolutely nothing.
But maybe that's ok, too.