phik

It’s snowing! I miss proper winter so much. My winter in Montréal was exactly as it should have been: cold, but not too cold, with 4 metres of snow. Last year was a disgrace, and I know that we’ll never get a proper amount of snowfall in Boston.

I bought shoes on the way to the office–winter is no time for shoes with holes in them, as Zach will tell you–and I met the portion of the Velocet gang who had not already made my acquaintance. Ken swears that we’ve never met, but I’m certain that I met he and Kathy at Mike and Tyla’s a couple of years ago.

After work, Mike and I went climbing at an excellent gym. I’ve only been to a handful of gyms, but this is one of the nicest, although it makes me even more depressed about the Boston situation. The closest climbing gym to Boston is a half hour out of town, with shredded tires on the floor, grimy unwashed holds, mostly unmarked routes, and no teaching staff. Not that I’m bitter.

We’re at the office again way, way too late, and I stopped being productive 30 minutes ago. Mike sounds like he’s making progress, at least.