here, have ours . . . no really, i'm done with it

i get a little savage and bitter the days i slog through four inches of snow to get to work, then find most of the people i'm working with live in The Flat Place Where The Airplanes Go where no snow has fallen. seems unfair somehow, especially when they have no idea [wrist to brow] what i've been through [/wrist to brow] just to get there and spend the day installing every progressive patch since 2004. no respect, is all i'm saying.

this morning's snow was the other kind, that we haven't had yet: the super-wet, super-slithery kind. i guess it snowed those four inches, then rained on top of it for a couple of hours, and then it was doing a very faint mix of the two by the time i set out. the roads on my side of town were a mess. my kid set out for school (twice) and waited a few hours for buses that never came, then came home both times. my morning ride was actually pretty fun, in spite of the slithering. it wasn't that cold, wasn't raining/snowing too hard, and by the time i got to the bridge i was in the clear spot again anyway. however, my gears were slipping like crazy all the way in, and even the granny gear on bare road felt like work, so either i'm sick or my bike is. i took the part-bus option again coming home; partly because of that and partly also because my shoes were still soaked from the morning and my toes aren't taking it well.