Hee, hee, just checked the weather in Anchorage and it’s 18 degrees.
Poor MM is slogging out a run in tights, long sleeve tech shirt, windbreaker, mittens and a hat. While I’m wearing shorts and a tank. And sunscreen!
|Yes, folks, that says 78 degrees!|
The Lower 48 sure is grand.
Living in Alaska it’s easy to become jaded against the rest of the country. We often feel superior. We have the mountains. We have the wilderness. We have the silver-specked inlet. We have bear and moose in our backyards.
But we too often don’t have this.
I swear, it’s going to be hard to go back. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll stay here in Nebraska City and work as a bank teller and run on cobblestone streets and swim at the Ambassador Wellness Center and recreate myself as Midwestern Woman.
I’d have to change the name of my blog, though. And somehow, Ah Ah Nebraska doesn’t have the same ring, no?
Wherever I end up in the future, right now I’m heading out for a run. Hope everyone is out enjoying the autumn weather.