After taking a delightful nap, I awoke to find the snow had stopped falling for the most part. The day was now sunny and clear and crisp, the type of day you can only have after a huge snowfall. Of course, this also means it’s alarmingly dry out, which isn’t really helping the dehydration I have on account of my illness. Thankfully I didn’t have to go anywhere, so I didn’t exacerbate that at all.
After spending a good hour doing as little as possible- i.e. my normal morning routine, reading Cracked, catching up on Webcomics, Facebooking- I decided I should accomplish something with my free day and begrudgingly got my laundry together. There are a couple Mexicans who work and possibly live in my complex, and they were already hard at work clearing the pathways- a tween-aged girl, presumably one of their daughters, was ‘helping’ them, which seems to had required her to do a lot of running and jumping and snow angel-ing in the snow. It looked like they were having fun.
I packed up my laundry, which I always seem to have more than I intend, and headed downstairs. Now, keep in mind, the path by my section of the building still wasn’t cleared. I put on my relatively waterproof boots (the $35 pair from Forever 21, not the $200 Uggs) and headed outside. The rest of me was garbed in athletic shorts and my OSU jersey. This might seem insane, but the wind was pretty much done and I have some sort of fever (more cowbell!) and so really it felt amazing. Despite the fact that my boots- which come to just below my knees- were not nearly tall enough to keep the snow at bay. Walking about in this weather in shorts and a t-shirt doesn't faze me the way it should. I've clearly spent too many years in the midwest.
Laundry set, I went inside and cleaned Like A Boss. (I do many things Like A Boss.) Spent the rest of the afternoon putzing around, watching the original pilot to Sherlock, reading my book, and making naan. The naan, by the way, turned out all right. I think my breadmaking skills are slowly but surely improving.
On my last trip downstairs, the trip where I actually fetched the laundry to bring it back upstairs, I walked by the apartment below us and caught the unmistakable scent of weed. It had a nice lemony kick to it and wasn’t too skunky, so it appears the neighbours decided to save their good weed for their snow day. I guess whatever passes the time. I also found beer cans being kept cold in little holes in the snow and people up in Evanston have been posting pictures of them jumping out their first-storey windows into the snow. (The first storey might not seem impressive, but their apartments are all set up such that it’s really like the second floor.)
All in all it’s been a pleasant snow day. I have to study for my exam I will no doubt still have tomorrow. Not that it matters; I don’t have a lot of hope for that class really. Fluids and mass transfer. Ridiculous.
I’ve been drinking vile lemon water all day to keep my throat from getting too swollen, as I only have one set of cold and flu pills left and want to save them for tonight. I suppose I’ll go into lab tomorrow, though I haven’t really got anything I need to do. Maybe I’ll just slice more mouse brains. The trains seem to be back to normal, but everything is still off Lake Shore Dr, so hopefully there’s a way for me to get between Evanston and Chicago tomorrow.
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