mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain

Sweet it is to come home from work and curl up on the sofa with a Johnson cocktail, some crackers and camembert, and a book of acrostics. Sweet also to curl up under the quilts on the spare room bed with the current Brust, the tablet, and hot beanbags for the back. Winter has its consolations.

Today however the temps were autumnal and I had an 8:30 dentist appointment, just the worst hour for the TTC in the directions I had to go in- 'a matter of time before someone gets pushed off the overcrowded platforms at Yonge and Bloor and dies'- and in my current crippled state: because whoever else may like thawing snow, my left leg does not. Knee, periformis, ITB, hamstrings- all shrieking loudly for the last three days. But hey, thought I, there're bike lanes almost all the way there, and the bobcats will have cleared the snow from them, let's bike!

Ha ha ha. The Bloor bobcats clear the *sidewalks* and dump the snow in the lanes; on St George, utility trucks block the lanes while installing their nefarious wire optics; and on College St, the plows dumped their snow in the curb ie bike lane. There were also random bits of detritus everywhere, including chunks of concrete from the flattened Honest Ed's. I made it in one piece, came back to work, and fell asleep for an hour, something I never do.

However. One more day, no more early mornings, and a blessed long weekend to follow.
Tags: health, place, rl_18
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