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terryclothSometimes I hate winter. Sometimes I hate it so much that I can't remember why I ever liked it.
After getting up, taking a shower, and paying some bills (my power bill arrived nine days before it was due, so I had to pay it right away), I headed out to take my morning walk. I was planning to walk the 'hard' route, which goes up and down hills, but as I stepped out the door I almost slipped off my feet on the slick damp ice coating the sidewalk, and decided that maybe walking up and down hills was not such a good idea.
So I did the 'easy' route instead. It was still pretty tiring -- walking on ice is like walking on sand; you lose a little energy with every step as your feet slip out from under you. But it's worse, because you have to take smaller steps to avoid falling on your butt (or, if you're unlucky, on your elbow, breaking it). If you fall in sand it's no big deal.
So I spent forty five minutes waddling like a pengiun, then got in my car to drive to work, dodging the idiot patrol, which was out in force. There were people who wanted to die (that is, they had their headlights off despite the gloom and rain), there were people who wanted to test the coefficient of friction (let's turn right on red, forcing that car barreling down the icy hill to slam on his brakes!), and there were people who wanted to test my patience (oh, was that light green? Sorry I made you all wait through another three-minute cycle, I'll just bolt through the yellow here).
But at least when I got to work all my overnight builds and quick tests seem to have worked, so I can check in. I wasn't expecting that.
After getting up, taking a shower, and paying some bills (my power bill arrived nine days before it was due, so I had to pay it right away), I headed out to take my morning walk. I was planning to walk the 'hard' route, which goes up and down hills, but as I stepped out the door I almost slipped off my feet on the slick damp ice coating the sidewalk, and decided that maybe walking up and down hills was not such a good idea.
So I did the 'easy' route instead. It was still pretty tiring -- walking on ice is like walking on sand; you lose a little energy with every step as your feet slip out from under you. But it's worse, because you have to take smaller steps to avoid falling on your butt (or, if you're unlucky, on your elbow, breaking it). If you fall in sand it's no big deal.
So I spent forty five minutes waddling like a pengiun, then got in my car to drive to work, dodging the idiot patrol, which was out in force. There were people who wanted to die (that is, they had their headlights off despite the gloom and rain), there were people who wanted to test the coefficient of friction (let's turn right on red, forcing that car barreling down the icy hill to slam on his brakes!), and there were people who wanted to test my patience (oh, was that light green? Sorry I made you all wait through another three-minute cycle, I'll just bolt through the yellow here).
But at least when I got to work all my overnight builds and quick tests seem to have worked, so I can check in. I wasn't expecting that.
