Five hours

So my flight to New York was 5 hours and back it was 7 and both ways it was pretty much torture. When did flying get to be so crappy? Between cranky flight attendants, screaming children, drunk couples making out next to me, it was all could do to not totally freak out. I did make me contemplate how incredibly long five hours can seem.

Now I'm home and taking exams this week. I have to write four essays on four different subjects. I get five hours to write each essay and let me tell you five hours has never gone so quickly. I swear I'm like an athlete (at the computer). I've got two monitors, kleenex, water, coffee, juice and crackers. And the only time I get up for five hours is to sprint (yes sprint) to the bathroom.

I'm half way through: two down, two to go.

And the forecast calls for..

We're on our way to the honeymoon today and the forecast calls for...uh, well a whole lot of rain. But as northwesterners our reaction to this forecast is....it's a warm rain!

Hi ho!