Horrible writing at 4 in the morning…
People have been asking me to get back to writing this for awhile…strangely enough. Who would have imagined, though, that I would get back to it at 4 in the morning because I can’t sleep. In fact, it seems like I’ve been waking up a lot lately somewhere between 2 and 4. Usually I would attribute this to how the northern darkness confuses my body clock, but I know that would be an excuse. Hmmm.
I have to say – mom, dad – you’ll be disappointed…no new pictures of Kugluktuk. It’s so so cold these days, I don’t know how my fingers would manage the camera without my gloves! Also, I don’t know if this temperature will wreck my camera without some kind of special protection. If I could manage the cold, there are some amazing things to see both night and day. Tonight the moon was so beautiful it was impossible not to stand outside and stare.
It’s almost Christmas, and this will be my third full December in the north. I must say, I’m curious to see how the holidays are celebrated here. I think it’s around this point in the year that people start to get smooshy and sentimental. Perhaps I’m getting smooshy and sentimental at 4 in the morning? Enough to wake me up? That would be a new one.
Well, as it turns out, I’m not much of a writer at this hour…good to know. Reading through those scanty paragraphs makes me blush to an extent. But you know, watching Parking Wars while sitting on my couch of springs is also a viable option. I’ll be back when I have something more coherent to say.