I don't know which was the better April Fool's joke that I woke up to this morning - the snow or the head cold.
On the one hand, the snow was nowhere near what we got dumped with on Sunday. Really just enough to create some nice sheets of black ice at intersections. And you know how much fun it is to practice your defensive driving first thing in the morning, making sure that you swerve a bit as you slow down for the red light, partly because you start to slide as you hit the brakes and partly to send a message to the guy bearing down upon you: hey buddy, it's sheer ice, slow the fuck down!
On the other hand, I was actually kinda relieved to wake up with a full blown head cold. I've been fighting some kind of weird throat thing for weeks, which would sometimes go into my ears and sometimes block a tear duct and for a couple of days I had a rash on my eyelids. All symptoms stopped while we were travelling and returned on the way home. I was starting to suspect that I was either allergic to this place or I had some form of weird lymphatic cancer or something.
A head cold I can handle! At least nobody painted my bathroom floor while I was sleeping.
I can take an April Fool's joke as well as the next guy, but this is no joke.