When Life Halts
Originally my plan to get the life in England series going was to pick up where I had left off, but those gap-filling posts will arrive later. This week has been marked by two four-letter words: sick and snow. As such, I basically have been in my flat since Wednesday, grateful for the weather circumstances.
Being sick is no fun at all. I can tell that I have transitioned more to being an adult as I would just rather be sick, get it done with, and then get back to work. We’ve had a bit of a plague going around the Institute. Sometimes it is a simple matter of time before everyone succumbs.
The snow fell as I focused my energies on feeling better. People started making comments that the city was going to shut down. I grew up in Minnesota, so a bit of snow is “No big deal.” Yet Minnesotans also employ snow plows en masse. The English, on the other hand, just seem to try to drive over the top of everything. Compacting the snow generally causes it to melt and refreeze, giving a sheet of ice. When vehicles became stuck, people left them in the streets. It all left quite a mess.
For my part though, I was grateful for the chance to get some work done at home. We’re at the end of the term already. On Thursday I have a group presentation I’ve been diligently preparing.
Today temperatures are up to 7 degrees Celsius (45 degrees Fahrenheit for my American friends), rendering the snow a memory. I’m also feeling considerably better, which also helps matters significantly.
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