Christmas break is quickly coming to an end....but it seems like the snow is just beginning. I've been out the past several days shovelling snow, and on Wednesday, as I was outside in the driveway doing just that, I pulled several muscles, including those in my right shoulder, my lower back, and my left leg just above the knee. I was feeling pretty crappy about the whole thing (because, well, first of all, I like shovelling snow and now couldn't, second, I felt really lazy telling my dad I didn't think I should help him and my brother that night because I didn't want to further injure myself, and well, it hurt whenever I lifted something vaguely heavy or tried to bend down).
Professor Thomas texted me yesterday and was telling me how "shovelling snow is snow fun," and I told him about my injuries. He called me to see if I was alright. Not TEXTED, CALLED!
I've been feeling a bit out of sorts, a bit under appreciated by the general populous (as many of you know), and, well......Professor Thomas's call just made me feel so much better. It's nice to have someone outside of your family just want to make sure you're okay. It's nice to have someone do something simple, but nice for me.