The art of not being one with the universe

The world is covered with water again. But it’s frozen, so that’s okay. Well, it was okay Saturday, when it was a couple below freezing, a few snowflakes falling, and no wind. Didn’t exploit it, of course, because I was too busy getting out of that nice big flat of mine and into one I can afford slightly better, and spend the money I save on rent on new furniture. Yesterday was also not too bad, although it was wobbling around zero, which makes for a bad day in the tracks. Which I didn’t visit, choosing instead to be mostly lazy. Then today, at the university, it’s ungood again, because it’s just warm enough here to melt a steady little trickle of water from the piles of snow, and it doesn’t drain, and the puddles don’t show, because they are hidden under snow, and the pavements are blocked, and daft drivers who don’t know studless from summer tyres block the roads at the first hint of an incline.