I wondered when I’d miss my first day. In the first week, it turns out. Not because I got lazy, rather I got so busy yesterday I completely forgot. I arose late and, focused on reorganizing our living room, everything went to hell in a handbasket. If it’s any consolation to my thought process, I didn’t get my trainer ride in, either. The living room is much more open, so I can live with the hiccup.
Now, it’s a new day. I’m going to stop prefacing my posts with “Day xx” in the title, because that only really meant something as long as my daily streak remained intact. And, now it’s not.
As I sit here, finishing my tea and looking out the window I’m struck by the fact that, at two weeks and counting, this is the longest cold and snow streak I can remember in these parts in some time. What typically happens is a short-lived dip in temperature for maybe a week at most, then the piles of plowed frozen water ending up a slushy, mucky mess while several areas flood.
Regardless of the time frame, it always ends the same way as rain washes away the salt and snow. That’s supposed to begin happening later today through the early part of the week. It’s already somewhat warmer today, so I expect the forecast is onto something.
When we get back home, our little tree will go up, some cleaning will ensue and I’ll get either a run or trainer ride it, perhaps even both time and energy willing. First, though, we’re going to zip down to Steveston and take a gander at Christmas at the Cannery. We’re making an effort to hit some of the community-focused seasonal stuff around the lower mainland, with Bloedel Conservatory a few nights ago and two or three things coming up this week.