"Woke up, fell out of bed..."

It was just one of those days.

I woke up to one of those gorgeous bright and sunny days. A blissful 30ish I might add. Driving to church I saw something that I hadn't noticed in quite some time. Every turn I made I faced the beautiful mountains off in the distance. I had forgotten how great it is to drive, here in the valley, because of that. It's just been winter overcast for so long, and I'd become numb to my surroundings for a while.

I remembered how I'm so way off in the middle of no where doing my own thing, as opposed to being around that familiar area of 20ish years, which is the only place I've ever known as home, with all those familiar faces. Supporting yourself and running your life, as apposed to being raised by someone else, is really an exceptional endeavor.

I talked to my brother in Denver. He got hooked up with sweet seats for the 3 NCAA hockey tournament games that are being played out there at the Pepsi center. Jealous, but freakin excited as hell for him. He gets to watch U of M get smoked by North Dakota, muhahaha. Then I remembered I'm going to Scranton again Wednesday to watch the Philadelphia Phantoms thrash the Scranton Penguins, and that's cool too.

While talking to him I stood up after a while and got to trip again! It was great! Though I thought I remembered the flashes moving all in unison. They didn't, they stay in their own small little area and just fly around randomly. Either way, it was pretty sweet.






It was a good day.