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It's snowing for the third day in a row. I don't even know what to say.

I'm looking out the window, and we have a lone vendor for Sunday Market. Brave soul. He's on Maintenance Road huddled under a 10 X 10 canopy tent with his stained glass swaying with the cold breeze. Who knows how long he'll last. If I were him, I'd be packed up and home by now.

Joel, Melissa, Rachel, and I made breakfast for dinner last night. French toast (from Chollah bread), sausage, scrambled eggs, mimosas...Just thinking about it makes me happy. It's been weeks since I've hung out with my roommates at home. Unfortunately it was just the three of us because everyone else has been plagued by gastroenteritis...a stomach/intestinal virus that you don't want.