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Jan. 22nd, 2004 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonTen below zero (F) this morning, -35 wind chill. In other words, an entirely normal and unremarkable morning for late January. Minnesotans (myself included) have gotten a wee bit spoiled by the unnatural mildness of recent winters, and have lost a grip on the essential ordinariness of mornings like this.
Favorite student sighting of the day: a tall long-haired stoner-looking kid, hatless, scarfless, wearing only a long black oilcloth trenchcoat, unbuttoned and unzipped and flapping open in the (-35 windchill) breeze, to reveal his Metallica t-shirt. He looked oddly cheerful. There are also (as always, in even the worst weather) a number of people riding their bicycles to campus, and god bless 'em.
The cold snap came on abruptly enough that the Mississippi isn't iced over (as it will be tomorrow at this time). But because the water is roughly 40 degrees warmer than the air, the river's surface is covered in a fog of water vapor -- myriad tendrilling strands of condensation that look almost like a ghostly field of grass, billowing and wavering in the icy wind that blows down the river gorge.
In other news, I am about 95% recovered from the Hell-Crud, with only the occasional bone-cracking fit of coughing. I am trying to hack away at mountains of backlogged work and e-mail; this weekend I may get caught up on LJ-reading and perhaps even (::gasp::) do some writing. Stranger things have happened.
Oh, and this is Day Eleven without a cigarette. Cravings almost gone, and once I get the Hell-Crud out of my system I imagine I'll feel *fabulous.* I look forward to being able to breathe deeply without going into lung-hacking-up paroxysms, anyway.
Favorite student sighting of the day: a tall long-haired stoner-looking kid, hatless, scarfless, wearing only a long black oilcloth trenchcoat, unbuttoned and unzipped and flapping open in the (-35 windchill) breeze, to reveal his Metallica t-shirt. He looked oddly cheerful. There are also (as always, in even the worst weather) a number of people riding their bicycles to campus, and god bless 'em.
The cold snap came on abruptly enough that the Mississippi isn't iced over (as it will be tomorrow at this time). But because the water is roughly 40 degrees warmer than the air, the river's surface is covered in a fog of water vapor -- myriad tendrilling strands of condensation that look almost like a ghostly field of grass, billowing and wavering in the icy wind that blows down the river gorge.
In other news, I am about 95% recovered from the Hell-Crud, with only the occasional bone-cracking fit of coughing. I am trying to hack away at mountains of backlogged work and e-mail; this weekend I may get caught up on LJ-reading and perhaps even (::gasp::) do some writing. Stranger things have happened.
Oh, and this is Day Eleven without a cigarette. Cravings almost gone, and once I get the Hell-Crud out of my system I imagine I'll feel *fabulous.* I look forward to being able to breathe deeply without going into lung-hacking-up paroxysms, anyway.
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Date: 2004-01-22 09:32 am (UTC)Want your weather back? I think we're done with it.