Get Me Outta Here!!

I don't care if I chose it-- I am not loving living in Chicago.

I realize that no location will ever be perfect, but other locations won't be this cold-- and from the frigid temps stem all of my discontentments with this city.

Fortunately I am leaving it for nine glorious days.

I don't have a lot to say. Running is running. It sucks being out of shape. And even when in shape it's a challenge enough to convince myself to run after a 12 hour shift. Being out of shape makes the mountain much steeper and less fun/fulfilling/etc.
Needless to say the 8k in Seattle is out. Makes me angry. Both because I won't be ready for it and because I wasn't taken seriously when proposing the idea of something I'd like to do for my birthday. Whatever, I aim to please.

Two more work shifts before I go. Phew! I was supposed to be done yesterday, then I'd scheduled PTO because I was supposed to be in Ethiopia... but when that fell through I picked up New Years (holiday pay, please) and then was off from the 2nd-17th. I'm not leaving until the 6th and I couldn't imagine what I'd do between the 2nd and 6th or rationalize taking vacation time to just sit around... so I asked to work the 4th and 5th. Now I'm kicking myself. I wish with all of my being that I could be done for a while... heaven knows I have enough laundry and cleaning/packing to do to keep me occupied for 4 days. Whatever. Might as well put in as much time as possible. It's kinda nice to feel busy again.

On my way to Costco to set up my membership! I'm grateful there is a bus that will drop me off 0.2 miles from the glorious store. I'm somewhat concerned as to how it will be lugging all the bulk-booty back on the bus, but whatever-- no one has a car they'll let me drive and I'm tired of waiting to pal along with someone who'll go with me. Boca burgers and yogurt GALORE, here I come!