So I've had the flu for the last week. Bad enough to make me walk out of a class... and, having been stuck at home for several days, too tired and weak to really do anything, sunday I finally felt well enough to leave the house.
And stepping outside, all I could see was blowing snow, the biting wind driving microscopic ice crystals into everything, ridges and dunes of snowbanks shifting around. Welcome to Siberia.
Needless to say I went back to bed.
