The chinook was lovely; a day of warmer weather that was nice to have, despite the slushy roads it created. This morning, it blew back out again…I stood at the bus stop and could feel the temperature dropping. +3 when I left, and -10 by the time I made it to work. Oof.
The campus is well into exams. Many of my favourite students have wandered by to take a candy from my jar or do paperwork before the next exam, and I’ve seen a bunch more in various stages of studying. There are a lot of empty pizza boxes neatly stacked up on top of the garbage bins in the morning. It’ll be nice for them when they are done. I saw a poor young man having what looked like a nervous puke outside the building this morning (or maybe he was sick – hard to know) and I admit that I decided to just politely step around him and let him get on with it. Egads. I do not miss that aspect of being in school.
As for me, I’m on a four day weekend. The end of a hectic couple of weeks at work, so my plans are to plant myself in my armchair and finish reading Steinbeck’s The Log From the Sea of Cortez and start something else. I found myself feeling rather sore these last few days, and I think the problem has been the last of the stitches dissolving and letting go. As they should, of course, but it makes things a bit more sore as it happens, so it is not entirely a pleasant experience. My stamina is still on the ‘coming back’ phase – I am not up for morning walks to work, not even half way – and so I’ve been taking the bus. The evening walk home is still on, though I shortened it this week. Achy pain is not the time to be marching 4k home, I think. It was very nice to have been able to do it all last week, though.
So that’s the news here. A chilly weekend expected (all the better for staying in and reading!).