a life in the desert

Man, getting in a groove is wild. I am caught in a routine now here in Pullman and I feel like life is on auto pilot. Days are predictable and the same. I can close my eyes and let my brain recline and I just go through my motions again and again. Time is pouring through my hands like sand. I mean I have not posted once on this blog in two months. I tell myself from time to time that I will get into the habit but it has not happened. I wanted this blog to almost be a journal, but it seems to just be a highlight reel. I have been reading a bunch lately which provides me with an activity that satisfies me. I just feel I have not been living very purposefully as of late. An interesting conundrum, considering I have a bunch of things I am working towards such as training for an Ironman race in June. Maybe I really need to just slow down and appreciate all the little wonders around me instead of trying to do as much as I can possibly do all the time. I guess I can qualify this bit as my journally bit, do a quick highlight reel of life since the last post and then (hopefully) write back sooner as to avoid the highlight montage...

lets see, since Nov 10th:

Cleaning Rachel's roof

thanksgiving in roslyn 2019

gym time all the time

Half Marathon December 2019

xmas tree hunting in Harvard, ID

potential vanagon in our future?

petroglyphs along the snake around 4500 years old (the art, not the guy)

north end of the blue mountains in SE Washington and NE Oregon

chey and buoy on xmas eve 2019

2020 Party in Roslyn New Years Eve

mug shot

a snowy keke picture

The palouse is cold and windy now. what perfect weather it is to keep on bloggin