Today I have taken it slow, after the snowfall of yesterday. Resting. Tomorrow there will be more snow. And on the day after.
(Posting title is from the poem Winter Journal: Disseminate Birds over Water by Emily Wilson.)
Yesterday we had 57 cm of snow. Now we have 76 cm, and more is still coming. I went out four times today to shovel snow from the walkways and the parking lot, for a total of 2 1/2 hours of shoveling.
I'm still suffering from some flu symptoms, but when there is snow, what can you do but shovel?
Posting title is from the poem The Weight of Nothing by Amy Uyematsu. I searched for such a poem being inspired by Markus' Urban Shrub photograph and the discussion about it.
I mentioned in a posting two months ago that I bought a tea infuser for brewing green tea. In fact, I bought two similar ones, one for home and one for work. I have experimented with several brands of green tea, and slowly I'm getting the hang of it, occasionally using too warm water, or letting it brew too long.
Today I drank a lot of green tea, about one liter of it, to fight the symptoms of a flu which has bothered me since Thursday. Coughing, headache, some pain in the muscles, but no high fever so far.
And in addition to the flu I injured my left foot slightly yesterday, hitting it agains the sharp corner of the leg of an armchair. The middle toe has a dark red-blue bruise, and walking is a bit awkward. But still, I managed to go for a short walk today, taking some photographs at night.
(Posting title is from Green Tea by Dale Ritterbusch.)
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