This February has been bitterly cold. An abnormally high percentage of Lake Ontario has frozen over, and it is unsurprising given the high snow banks, wind chills, and extreme cold alerts.
My skin has never been this dry, nor my lips as chapped. It's truly the winter of my discontent.
I am doing my best to avoid my tendency to hibernate. Today, instead of coming home from work straightaway, I ran some errands and then worked for two hours at my local Starbucks as opposed to hunkering down on my sofa to bone up on mechanisms of cellular transport, you know, sodium-potassium pumps and the like.
My workload feels infinite. It's not out of control (yet) but there's always more to do, and more that can be done. I feel like I'm going to spend all day on Sunday in Starbucks marking lab reports, woo-hoo.
However, I do have some fun things planned this weekend like dinners with friends and a Hayden/Dan Mangan concert as Massey Hall.
This last weekend I binged on season one of Broadchurch. Has anyone watched that? Amazing! I also watched an episode of the Welsh program Hinterland which is delightfully dark, and I totally have a crush on the lead detective. Both these shows are about murder, and I also watched Dateline NBC with my pal Mathew on Saturday, so I might be murdered out, I don't know.
Cold, dark, winter. That sums up February.
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