Lots of Monkeys

Days like this make me want to walk. They just do. Tonight, I decided that I was going to walk just up the street to the CVS a few blocks from my house. Then, as I left the front door of my building, I completely changed my mind and walked to the Giant about three quarters of a mile away from me.

It’s something about the snow on the ground. For me, it represents a comfortable kind of cold. Not freezing, but cold enough to have to bundle up.

It’s strange. The carton of milk I bought from the grocery store was colder when I put it in my fridge than when I bought it.

Overall, the walking feels good. I guess I missed my morning and afternoon commute.

First of all, it’s a snow day. Free day off. Woohoo! Well, hopefully we’ll get another snow day, but in other news, I got the strangest phone call.

Unknown Girl: Hi!
Me: Hello.
Unknown Girl: Hi, this is the tenth floor, our bathroom is out of soap, could you send someone up here to replace it? There’s nothing, and I’ve got all this black particles on my hands from pushing on the soap dispenser.
Me: Um, who do you think you’re talking to?
Unknown Girl: Uh, is this the front desk?
Me: No, this is a personal cell phone.

*click*

Sometimes, you just really get the wrong call. Too bad she’s out of soap though.

Well, I went ice skating tonight. I’m also praying for a snow day tomorrow. I’m tired. But overall, I’m glad that I went. It felt good to be on the ice. I’ve been away for far too long. I think the last time was with krasota and explodingcat, although I remember that explodingcat just sort of stood at the sidelines and kept cold.

I wore just enough today to be warm while ice skating, but not freezing to death when standing still. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this “winter” stuff.

It was a good time though. There’s nothing like the feeling of getting out of your ice skates and back into regular shoes. It’s one of the best feelings, I think. Before I left, I touched my knee to the ice–I usually do this as a sign of respect to the ice spirits. So far, it’s done me okay and I haven’t wiped out too badly at all the last couple of years. Okay. I’m hoping for snow–time for sleep.