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snarpIt is exactly zero degrees Fahrenheit outside.
When I got to the library for my midnight-to-two shift, I noticed that the inside of the bathroom window had a white coating around the edges. I poked it and left a fingerprint; it was frost. I'd never seen that before, and guessed the window must have been left open, and only been closed a few minutes before.
Later I went into the stacks to shelve. All the windows were frosted over - the condensation was freezing as it formed on the glass. The spot I'd melted in the bathroom window had frozen over again when I went to turn off the lights at closing.
I thought I was wearing my scarf today, but during lit I realized I'd actually picked up the piece of polartec fabric I'd bought to sew a bag out of. I can't find my real scarf. I grant that the polartec's warmer, but my throat's still too sore for me to breathe out there without something shielding my mouth, and polartec isn't exactly permeable. So I have been walking around all day in a partly-chopped-up polartec pseudo-scarf, with my hands over my mouth as though I am shocked and scandalized.
To round up the list of grievances, I've applied moisturizer four times in the past three hours, and have put some water boiling in my rice-cooker to act as a humidifier, because I can't breathe very well in here, either. I hope it doesn't break.
When I got to the library for my midnight-to-two shift, I noticed that the inside of the bathroom window had a white coating around the edges. I poked it and left a fingerprint; it was frost. I'd never seen that before, and guessed the window must have been left open, and only been closed a few minutes before.
Later I went into the stacks to shelve. All the windows were frosted over - the condensation was freezing as it formed on the glass. The spot I'd melted in the bathroom window had frozen over again when I went to turn off the lights at closing.
I thought I was wearing my scarf today, but during lit I realized I'd actually picked up the piece of polartec fabric I'd bought to sew a bag out of. I can't find my real scarf. I grant that the polartec's warmer, but my throat's still too sore for me to breathe out there without something shielding my mouth, and polartec isn't exactly permeable. So I have been walking around all day in a partly-chopped-up polartec pseudo-scarf, with my hands over my mouth as though I am shocked and scandalized.
To round up the list of grievances, I've applied moisturizer four times in the past three hours, and have put some water boiling in my rice-cooker to act as a humidifier, because I can't breathe very well in here, either. I hope it doesn't break.
