{"id":568,"date":"2004-01-12T09:18:00","date_gmt":"2004-01-12T14:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=568"},"modified":"2004-01-12T09:18:00","modified_gmt":"2004-01-12T14:18:00","slug":"568","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=568","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>let&#8217;s get out of the car with open arms<br \/>\nnot wait to be embraced<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Sunny Monday.  Lovely outside&#8211;and warmer.  I think this is as close as I get to being a morning person&#8230;  Breathing deeply, clear-eyed, longing for the outdoors even though it&#8217;s still midwinter.  My disposition mirrors the atmosphere today; I&#8217;m sunny, clear, and already looking torward warmer months&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Bunch of things to do at the office, but nothing absolutely critical bearing down on me.  I need to work on the UNC maps webpage, the Bryan Fellowship posters, the CERT magnets, and a business card or two&#8230;  I&#8217;ll take care of it all by the end of the day.<\/p>\n<p>Thinking about taking a day off to go skiing next week.  Aaron and I were going to go on MLK day, but holiday rates are in effect that weekend, which means a lift ticket alone would be somewhere on the order of $60, mighty steep.  We&#8217;ll probably just make a day trip of it, to a &#8220;lesser&#8221; resort, but at least it&#8217;s skiing.  Now if I could only convince Aaron to appreciate other aspects of skiing besides racing down the hill every time, I think the outing would be complete.  His competitive juices get flowing every time he surveys the slope from the top of the hill, and although the record still stands 2-1 in my favor as far as races won and lost, I still prefer the satisfaction of finesse-ing it down the hill, so to speak, in other words, carving perfect turns, keeping skis parallel, and so on.  It&#8217;s fun either way&#8230;  But I prefer a respite from the adrenaline-fueled tucks down the hill at ticketable speeds.<\/p>\n<p><i>nobody knows, darling<br \/>\nnobody knows how they are loved<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>let&#8217;s get out of the car with open arms not wait to be embraced Sunny Monday. Lovely outside&#8211;and warmer. I think this is as close as I get to being a morning person&#8230; Breathing deeply, clear-eyed, longing for the outdoors even though it&#8217;s still midwinter. My disposition mirrors the atmosphere today; I&#8217;m sunny, clear, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/568"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=568"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/568\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}