Several snow days have me desperately longing to be back in school -- both for my own sanity and that of my children. It's been a brutal last few weeks here in KC. I've become the hard core driveway-shoveler who heads outdoors before the last flake of the storm has fallen, deriving a sick sense of satisfaction from being the first on the block who can make her way onto the slippery streets.
And today I was reflecting on my almost-done winter break (my class at UCM begins on Monday) and wondering, "What on earth would I have blogged about had there been no stroke?!"
I truly don't know. I was planning to start a cooking gig on the day after finals but a hiring freeze put a stop to that before the blood clot put a stop to my formerly perfectly healthy life, so witty tales from behind the chef's coat wouldn't have graced the page. Perhaps shared a recipe or two? (Oh, last night's stew was quite lovely, by the way -- beef, sweet potato and garlic. You can take it from there.) I guess I might have told you tales of challenging weather, a Christmas morning with Mark's family and a Christmas night with my Three Little Diggs. I should've done some variety of "I enjoyed the holidays" wrap up, complete with baking photos and testimonials from slack-jawed bystanders.
But I didn't do any of those things, now did I? Just my old snarky ways and my smartass approach to my health problems, combined with my standard "I'm invincible" attitude.
I really do hope one of my instructors asks what we did over the break. No one will believe that I was once rendered speechless...