Still sick

Tonight I came to work with my own pillow.

Sick

I am inexplicably and revoltingly sick. Good thing my job requires no physical movement or thought.

The Ding of Spring

Isn't April supposed to be spring in the northern hemisphere?

The only sign of warming here is the sudden and terrifying deterioration of the trail down to the village. It's transformed overnight into a slippery death trap no sane person would traverse.

For the past five months, it's been under several feet of well-packed snow and as easy to walk as any summertime dirt track. Today, after three snowless weeks and rising temperatures, it's a giant slippery fun-slide of death with massive three foot holes everywhere where stupid heavy people with pointy feet have gone through the ice shell up to their knees in squashy crunchy snow. I made the mistake of setting off down the trail this morning and was on my hands and knees by the halfway mark. The hardest part was going down a set of wooden steps, which at this time of year is basically an ice ramp. The worst thing about the trail is that there is no way of getting off it once you've started, and it took me a good half hour longer than usual to get down to the village. Good thing I was only returning DVDs.