slush

Toronto weather has not been the greatest lately. Yesterday morning started off with a whopper of a snowstorm which, sadly, wimped out into a bone-chilling drizzle. Downtown streets were piled with slush and ankle-deep puddles. Everyone was walking around with umbrellas and exasperated looks on their faces. My boots leak, so my feet got soaked within a few minutes, ice-cold water squishing around my toes with each step. For some reason, I didn't find this that bad, maybe because I knew it could be worse (my Nahanni trip knocked some of the "city wimp" out of me). Late in the day, Jeff and I went to a Starbucks for comfort drinks. I got a moccachino with whipped cream on top, drizzled with caramel (yum).

Don't feel like writing much today. Instead, read this journal entry from someone I don't know. I've been surfing other online journals lately, and was especially moved by this piece. Warning: it's intense.

Today's Blatherpic:
This something I doodled in Fractal Painter very early this morning. I've resolved to learn how to properly use this graphics program, and will inflict my experiments on you here from time to time.