It was cold last night, -19C, and tonight they say will be just as cold. Since the house is cooling down, we have gone back to sleeping under the eiderdown. We slept comfortably.
The sky is clear, the light quickening, as Attila and I ready for our day of work. Tomorrow is our one day off work and it is to be sunny as well. The daytime temperatures rise to just below freezing each day, and with the sunshine this helps to keep the indoor temperature from plummeting too far down for comfort. By the end of next week we should experience higher temperatures.
Attila has always worked weekends, ever since I met him. I vaguely remember what it was like to have two whole consecutive days of rest, it has been decades since I’ve had that experience. We did have time off when we were both unemployed and had no income and spent the best part of a winter hoping and waiting for our investment in employment insurance to kick in and supply us with a small income; while we scrambled daily with resumes and job searches. Those, however, were definitely not days of rest.
It sounds to me like I am complaining. Hmm. Yes, I think I am complaining, definitely complaining. It could be I am whining. It is very likely I am whining. Mostly though, I think I am avoiding talking about a situation that is unresolvable, but must be borne for another week. Complaining is a small price to pay for survival. I am not crying in my beer, because I don’t drink beer, and I don’t find substances improve my outlook, or enhance my chances of survival.
It is the end of a very, very, very long week! Hooray!
One week to go! Am I there yet, well not quite.
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 86 %
Wind: NW 5 km/h
Wind Chill: -19
“Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.”
1875 – 1961