Snow. Again.

Great.

It’s not even real snow, just this slushy, sticky rubbish that makes you cold and wet with none of the prettiness. On my way in to work this morning I was forced to partake in some bicycle-biathlon, which is much like the Winter Olympics version but with a road bike. That is, you slither around on some rutted slushy snow, try not to end up in the Cam, and then shoot someone. Haven’t decided who yet, possibly a climate skeptic.