I hate to say I told you so, but I am very glad that I took a few days earlier this week, during a bit of downtime from deadlines, to take the garage-full of empties to the bottle depot, replace the stolen windshield wiper, stock up on groceries, and get flu-shotted. Essentially all the outdoor stuff was looked after before the heavy snowfall warnings, that we had been been told to expect, took effect. Heck I even threw the Lawnmower Kids' soccer ball back over the fence.
After two weeks of damp and gloom and lingering snow, it was grand to have a few days of sunshine and dry sidewalks earlier this week. I was so enamoured of the stripes of sunlight that poured in through the kitchen window one afternoon that I shot a whole roll of film (if I used film, that is) trying to capture the warm nostalgia escaping those ceramic tiles. Afternoon sun through a kitchen window.
It's been quite a different story the past couple of days. The Spousal Unit made it home from his business trip yesterday before the highways got really bad, and worked from the home office today. I was registered for a short course downtown this morning, and got up extra early to monitor the road conditions. Despite the fact that I probably could have made it unscathed, I am glad that I made the call to stay home. And I am glad I made that decision early. A quick no is always better than a long maybe.
And tomorrow the temperature will drop. -19C in the afternoon, they say. Damn it feels good to be a