Living in a pool of water
Enough snow fell overnight to have two effects. One, the dog is confused. Two, the floor in my cubicle is wet.
Let me explain. Winter boots have deep treads; think winter tires, without the circular motion to force accumulated slush outwards (onto pedestrians, but that’s another tale of woe). I could walk faster, but at a certain age the feet don’t pick up and put down with the same careless intensity of youth. Something to do with falling and breaking parts (another, another tale of woe).
And so, after the trek from the rear door of the bus to the front door of the office building (about twenty paces, on a good day), the boots have a full load of snow. Which, in keeping with the rules, refuses to fall out on the carpets provided inside the door for the situation. Instead, within two minutes (I counted) of sitting down, there’s a pool of water under my chair. Embarrassing, if there weren’t others in the same boat.
Things will remain wet for the next six months, albeit with short drought spells (you call them weekends). And then, we’ll move on to another season. Promise.
We’ve got a flying squad of wifi techs in the office for the next few days. All the way from sunny California. Methinks they may find our local climate an inspiring one. Anyhow, the game is to solve a serious problem with our new corporation wide wireless network solution. Various patches have already been applied, but now they’re here to see what the problem REALLY is. Included are patches programmed “sur place” as we say. Should be interesting.
