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The Environment Canada site says it's currently -33 C with the wind chill. That's up five degrees from where it was this morning, but once you get below -20 I'm not sure it makes any difference.
I can usually deal pretty well with cold, but I'm running into problems with getting around because every surface is covered in ice. Getting into work requires inching along the sidewalk for the three-block walk from the bus stop. Which of course means I'm outside for ten times as long, and not able to move fast enough to keep warm. Bitching about the winter for me means bitching about the fact that apparently nobody in Toronto believes people ever walk anywhere.
Last week I finally got my vestibular testing done. Which apparently meant moving my head around with electrodes all over my face and inside my ears while various noises and substances were piped into my head. Not the most unpleasant medical test I've ever had, but right up there on the odd scale. I think I may have been thrown a bit by the fact that the ENT called it a "balance" test and I was never required at any point to do any actual balancing.
I looked back at my old entries to see if I had made any resolutions last year and the post I made a year ago just broke my heart. I was so optimistic. And what a shitbomb of a year it turned out to be.
I'm not making any fucking resolutions this year, so whatever. It's January. Moving on.
I can usually deal pretty well with cold, but I'm running into problems with getting around because every surface is covered in ice. Getting into work requires inching along the sidewalk for the three-block walk from the bus stop. Which of course means I'm outside for ten times as long, and not able to move fast enough to keep warm. Bitching about the winter for me means bitching about the fact that apparently nobody in Toronto believes people ever walk anywhere.
Last week I finally got my vestibular testing done. Which apparently meant moving my head around with electrodes all over my face and inside my ears while various noises and substances were piped into my head. Not the most unpleasant medical test I've ever had, but right up there on the odd scale. I think I may have been thrown a bit by the fact that the ENT called it a "balance" test and I was never required at any point to do any actual balancing.
I looked back at my old entries to see if I had made any resolutions last year and the post I made a year ago just broke my heart. I was so optimistic. And what a shitbomb of a year it turned out to be.
I'm not making any fucking resolutions this year, so whatever. It's January. Moving on.