Not that I was supposed to work at 6am, or even work, on all these days. Now, today is my day off, and I must trudge down there again to drop off keys.
Don't get me wrong though, it looks fantastic out there, and in the moments between shards of ice driving themselves into my cornea, I am glad to be alive and experiencing such things. But still, I can see why our ancient, nomadic ancestors may have been slightly put out by the coming of winter. My cat, on the other hand, shares none of my mixed feelings. I open the door for my cat to go outside, and he gives me the sort of look I assume Ayn Rand saved for people handing her Marxist pamphlets.
Other update news: My foot is not fine, but it is good enough to walk through the snow on. I no longer use a cane. Happy days!
Well, I'm off to push my way through the blizzard again.