Today, looking out my office window, it was an entirely different matter.
This morning, I woke up thinking: Nina, you are becoming nonhardy.
Feeling I needed to return to my former (images of my)self as the conservator of the hardy Polish Peasant stock gene, I decided to bike to drop off some papers at the Square and then woosh down State Street in time for the faculty meeting. I was later told that I looked a sight. For, what started as a light splatter of wetnesses…
…soon turned into a horrible mix of frozen matter, slapped onto anything and anyone in its wind-blasted path.
The only thing I can say is that biking through this stuff is faster than trudging through it.
