What a difference a week makes. This time last Tuesday I was waxing poetic about George, our morning doorman; and how he always puts me in a good mood. Today I’m in a whole other frame of mind.
Maybe it’s the weather. I am sick to death of sub-arctic temperatures. Day after day after day after day. And I am not exaggerating. It is minus 28 celsius today, with the wind chill. That is minus 18 degrees farenheit, in case you think I’m being a wimp. Minus (bleep) 18!!!!!!! And it’s been like this for weeks, maybe even more than a month. And every second day it snows. And then there was the ice storm.
And believe it or not the heat will have to be shut off in my apartment building on Thursday — from 8:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. To fix some problem in the furnace. Don’t get me started on that.
So yeah, I’m not quite as cheerful as I usually am.
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