Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Z and I left home for the day at about seven this morning. First I dropped her off at the bus stop where she catches a ride to school each morning, then I continued on to classes of my own. Knowing it would be cold, I was wearing three layers of clothing: long johns, daily clothes, and a big winter jacket. Three partioned layers that were seemingly well prepared to withstand a prolonged siege by blasting winds and frigid temperatures.
As usual, the ride began well: it seemed like an attack was unlikely, despite the swarming masses of frigidness surrounding my haven of warmth. That all changed about half way through the 45 minute ride however, when cold air began to infiltrate my defences, causing pockets of resistant to form i.e. shivers across my shoulders and back. The resistance was soon overriden as my fingers, first line soldiers, fell first to the cold despite the ramparts and walls that are cotton gloves. From my fingers inward, a gradual and total collapse occured in my kingdom of heat as icy numbness marched towards my vital organs. Luckily, however, 45 minutes isn't enough to freeze to death, just to get locked joints and a red nose, so I survived the occupation.
The frigid air didn't do much to wake me up, though it did cheer me up. Winter always has me in high spirits and with lots of energy to get things done.
In other news, the radiator in my bathroom is leaking, and half the other things in this apartment are on the verge of collapse. Good thing I'll be out of here in a few months, just in time to see it all fall in on itself!
Picture: Z drawing.
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