Today was stormy in a windy kind of way and the day was spent in an uncomfortably under-layered outfit...re-reading my favorite David Foster Wallace essays, shopping for the essentials, and exploring heavily forested country roads. I delved deep enough into the backwoods that several restaurants with names like Mom's Fried Chicken and Dumplings, The Tipsy Canoe, and Tim's Grease Shack were encountered-just Goggle "mountain dancing" to see how happy the existence of such places makes me. I somehow managed to force my car as far up a frosty hill as the weather-induced road closures would allow to see how snow encrusted the gorge looked (it definitely did not disappoint), tentatively evacuated the well-toasted car to snap a couple of photos and get naturally wind-swept hair, nearly froze half to death in the river blusters, and spotted a perfectly picturesque deer outlined in a misty field. Drove to the Vista House to see how much cooler the historic roads looked 100 years ago when they involved trans-craggy-hill tunnels and narrow, cliff-clinging passages but sprinted back to the car upon discovering that the museum closes at 1:00 or some other insanely early hour.
Then I stopped in at the New Vintage Beauty Lounge to remedy some anxiety prompted, self-administered hair snips that had gotten noticeable enough that my parents regularly suggested purchasing a broad-rimmed hat. I think at least 90% of the layers in my hair make some semblance of sense now and my bangs are vaguely even. Pretty respectable list of daily accomplishments, for me at least.