A full day of classes makes Sneevil a happy girl!!
Our adventure begins at 7:30 am today.  All is well with the world.  All was well with the bus ride and the walk to the babysitter's house. 

After my excruciatingly frigid experience yesterday, I broke down and invested in some nice warm snow pants.  Thinking that it's only going to be -8 or so today, I made a short-sighted decision and didn't wear them. 

The walk to the babysitter's was brisk but invigorating this morning.  Leah was having a good time being toted behind me in the sled and if there were birds around to sing, I'm sure we would have reveled in the music of nature as we happily trudged along.

Perhaps it was the hallucinogenic effects of inhaling the gaseous clouds of heavy exhaust fumes hanging in the air.  Maybe it was the cold wind coming from the West as it penetrated my knitted cap, numbing my head and presumably the brain beneath it.  Or perhaps it was just the fact that my glasses were completely fogged up and I couldn't have seen a heard of elephants if they had been charging straight at me.  But when I arrived at the sitter's, I glanced up at the clock and my mind told me that I had 5 minutes to make it back to the bus stop.  I hurried back into the cold and down the street.  For some reason, I checked my watch and realized that I still had 20 minutes.  I turned around and headed back.

After a mundane conversation with the sitter, I once again braved the temperatures.  On the last leg of my journey, I looked up just in time to see the bus drive toward me.  I thought that he was swerving to stop but I was mistaken.  My wide eyes caught those of the laughing, h omicidal bus driver as I flung myself out of the path of the city death coach.  I dug myself out of the snow bank and started walking. 

I walked and walked, across open terrain, over snow covered hills and sidewalks.  The cruel wind was strongest on the overpass, and it brutally assaulted me as I tried my hardest to pull my face down inside my scarf in such a way that I could breath without fogging my glasses.  My tearing eyes froze, but I could not give up.  No...If I stopped now, I knew I'd never make it.  My responsibilities screamed at me as I entertained the possibility of just sitting down and resting.  Yes...a rest.  Just a couple of minutes.  Who would make the Kraft dinner?  Who would make sure Leah didn't cut the kitty's hair?  Who would shave the lizards?  No...surrender was not an option.

There was no longer any feeling in my legs, and the most horrible part of it all was that it was only my fault because I had decided not to wear my snow pants!  All I could do now was keep going and learn from my experience.  If I made it, that is.

The intense feeling of victory and that of sensation returning to my legs was coupled with a sort of euphoria and light-headedness as I stood in line for my Tim Hortons (devil) coffee.  By God, I earned it!  My happiness was elevated that much more when I saw that I actually got a full cup.

Today I start a new Archeology class.  Joy!