Ice rink in work. A leaking pipe spilled water over the car-park for days, the resulting ice is inches thick and so interesting to drive upon.
Lack of exercise is driving me nuts, the restless fizzing in my legs, can’t sit still for long. Hope for sleep. Some snow may arrive in the next 12 hours.
despite all of this, I am not at all cold. Good eh?

Proper winters, like when I were a lad, were like this.
Resolve: after an interval of a few years, I may be teetering on making a new year’s reolution. It revolves around DIY jobs at home. If I can get just one done each week, like on the following list, then the satisfaction should be like the one I feel when going into the shed. A man and his shed, I know. Last week, I cleared out the shed and scrubbed the floor, then threw out all the accumulated debris from years of mending things. Now it’s refreshingly clear. A feeling that should return by doing other jobs too; not just as diversion activities when I have reports or marking to do.
like: paint door frames, weather-proof gate, paint back door, fix fence, re-felt shed, draft-proof windows...

News: for the sake of free speech, also, apparently, Ireland has this blasphemy law. Note the great quotes.

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