December 11th 2017
Today I had to work from home because my car was snowed in. The main roads were manageable, but the cul de sac in which I live was unnavigable. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme, but it almost did.
I walked to the garage at lunch to get some food, and there’s a choice you have to make when walking in this… It’s cold, so you either keep your hands in your pockets to keep warm, or you keep them by your sides ready to break your fall. If you slip with your hands in your pockets then you’re fucked. You’re landing on elbows and skull. But with your hands by your side all you’re getting is cold palms. And you’ve already got cold palms because you’d made the choice not to put your hands in your pockets.
So what’s the right thing to do? Well, out-of-pockets, probably, but what did I do? In-pockets, of course. It was fucking freezing.
Thinking about it, the proper ‘right thing to do’ would be to wear gloves. Except I couldn’t find any of those, so I took the pocket risk instead. If it hadn’t been for the fact that we had literally(ish) no food in the house, I wouldn’t have even bothered leaving, but all I’d had to eat all day was advent calendar chocolates. Thankfully I’d been away all weekend so I was two-behind, plus today’s made three, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I ate tomorrow’s and Wednesday’s chocolate as well. I didn’t even check to see what the chocolate was shaped like.
Until tomorrow, desperate times.