Wed Mar 12th, 2014
|09:09 pm - The days go by too quickly, the nights go by too slow|
Couldn't sleep last night, unfortunate given the 8:30 shift this morning. Lay happily in the dark counting breaths and thinking of this and that and probably dozing from time to time. But deep unbroken sleep, no. At last got up at 6:30 to shovel the promised 10 cm of snow, which were nowhere to be seen. Sidewalks damp but not slippery, melt water not frozen. Thank you, God. The light rain was just beginning to go solid when I set out at 7:30, overcast skies making it seem dark as night, which somehow flashed me back to my post-Christmas return-to-Japan trips of the 90s. Same thing: no sleep, a lie-down for a few hours followed by 5 am rising, the cab called for 6 taking me out in wintry dark to the airport where nocturnal people were doing their nocturnal things by too much light, and I felt myself in another dimension.
You must understand, yesterday was spring: blue skies, sun, high over 10C (50F), ice melting in rivers and gurgling down street drains. For twenty whole minutes my knees didn't hurt and I walked quickly to work, wishing my bike's brakes weren't so unreliable so I could bicycle as the day demanded. Yes, well. It snowed all through today, heavily, with a bitter north wind and temperatures falling; I cleared paths at work three times through a good 12" accumulation. The main drag's sidewalks were plowed, I think: but I looked at the flat trodden snow as I walked home and said 'that's going to be ice by tomorrow.' And indeed, clearing my own street, wherever the snow had been trampled down, it had gone to an unmoving kind of half-ice. March snow is always an odd unchancy beast.
Upshot of insomnia, season change, weather change, and 8:30 to 5 day is that I've sort of misplaced myself tonight, and very pleasant that is. Must be awake to greet dryer cleaners at 9 tomorrow, but that means sleeping in till 8:30. Which this week is a luxury.
The BBC has forecasted rain for us these last three days ... and still not a hint of even the smell of wet in the air. There's even the promise of heavy thunderstorms tonight. I can but pray and hope.
This weather, it is weird. Misplacing oneself in the night is so easily done. The mind wanders and by morning oft times I'm not sure if I've slept at all. *wan smile*
The weather is weird all over. 10 on Tuesday, 10 cm of snow on Wednesday, -16 Wednesday night, -6 Thursday, 9 today. The trees are seriously discombobulated.
I find that if I'm sure I haven't slept a wink, I was probably asleep for three or four hours. It's just the bleed-through of reality into dreams that confuses.
Oddly light and uneasy sleep here as well.
The day before yesterday was not quite spring but was as warm as it's gotten since the January thaw -- 5C, sidewalks clear. This lasted until about noon yesterday when a horizontal whiteout began and lasted through this morning (when it was still snowing steadily, albeit not sideways). From noon today on it's been completely bright with a few wisps of cirrus. So it goes.
We were spared the horizontal whiteout, which is a phenomenon I associate with river cities. And after today's warmth, the whole thing seems like a dream.