Every time I walk out my front door and shiver in the part of my driveway that the sun hasn't hit yet, I get overcome by a creeping sense of anticipation...as if I am once again getting ready for a day of doing work on the dusty library floor and eating five cold pancakes at 10 30 AM because its the only thing in the dumb snack container and then lying around in the tall grass making animal noises and then traipsing across Siberia to my site.
And even though I'm not actually in Vermont with you guys, it makes me feel better to know that at this time, last year, I had an amazing day...and it started with a morning just like this one.
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