I woke up in time to catch the earlier of two trains this morning…and then proceeded, very deliberately, to go back to sleep for about an hour. But not to worry, the universe decided to make me regret that decision — I was just sleepy, c’mon! — by giving me an hour of weird dreams and a fifteen-minute delay on the Long Island Railroad.
I arrived at work close to ten than nine o’clock, and I guess the only saving grace is that it was much, much too cold to go anywhere at lunch, and I made up some of the time then.
Seriously, though: they claimed the temperature was hovering somewhere in the low twenties all day, but that quite frankly seems like wishful thinking or plain miscounting. I’ve found it often a brutally cold couple of days, not least off all because it’s been so sudden. I was walking around outside, not uncomfortably, in short sleeves or a light jacket just this past weekend.
Winter, I tells ya.