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It's been a hot minute.

In our last post, it was two Mondays ago. It was 35° and snowing heavily. (Everything that day and the next got canceled.) The snow piles were temporarily epic.

I say "temporarily" because fairly soon thereafter, the weather shifted into "melting" mode. It was like 65° and sunny over the weekend, and today is going to be even warmer.
I went out to look at the river, on that 65° day. The ice was still there, but was definitely starting to melt. Ironically, it was then that I knew definitively that I could have walked over it, even a week earlier. The ice sheets on the boat ramp, the holes in the ice, all showed that it was like 15 cm. thick. It was, in fact, tempting to try to walk across it... but it was probably rotten AF.

ETA, Tuesday: it was 80 ucking degrees earlier. What is this freaky unnatural shit.

(Ik know. A sign of the end times.)

My old Greek textbook had quotes at the start of every chapter, and the one that I actually remember (other than "...with your shield or on it") was a line from some play by ?Aristophanes, where the servant says "That is what I said before!"
Anyway, guess how my meeting with my boss just went?

Diese Tabellen zu formulieren, damit sie nicht so aussehen wie etwas das aus einem Hundenarsch gefallen ist, ist selbst ein Hundenarsch.

ETA: Now I get to make sure all the hyperlinks actually work. נָקְטָה נַפְשִׁי, בְּחַיָּי

Thunderstorm.

ETA:
Then the temperature plummeted back to levels that I would have described even in the 1990s as quite cold. We got snow flurries on the afternoon of Christmas, and an actually significant amount of snow on...must have been St. John's Eve? Anyway, it was so cold that Mallard Wassail got moved indoors.
And then on Monday 12/29 (St Thomas' Day), it bucketed rain.
And now it's cold again.

Guess who managed to lock himself out of his apartment this morning?

Completely unrelated to previous post:

I am researching bounces from my employer's email lists, and am therefore sorely tempted to ping one or two people's LinkedIn profiles and ask "Are you dead?"


ETA: On the same search: Look... This obituary is presumably just giving the names of children's spouses, but the way they phrased it KINDA makes it look like half this person's kids are trans., and being deadnamed for the benefit of people who haven't seen them in a while.
"XX is survived by their sons, Thomas, Sean (Maureen), Patrick, Brendan (Dana); and daughters, Siobhan (Stephen); Maureen, Mary (Matthew), Deirdre (Jason)...

I probably shouldn't try to ask my boss if we're meeting this afternoon by texting him "M'saion?", should I?

I swear, one of these days I will get around to posting.
Probably not til I'm done with the Series Of Mad Weekends, though.

I'm on my THIRD cup of coffee,
Still can't face the day...


ETA: Are there parody versions of "Awake, Alive, Alert, Enthusiastic"? Because there should be.

ETA2: And if I think today is bad, let's try tomorrow, when I have to get out to catch a bus at 6:55AM.

Ugh, I apparently am not allowed to eat fried food after 8pm.

Especially since I am driving to Vermont tomorrow.

Except I apparently have a job interview first.

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