Land a-goshen, it is colder than a well digger's ass in the Yukon out there. 23 degrees, to be exact!!! I stood at my bus stop for about 20 minutes watching all manner of icy vehicle go by; there was a school bus that had snow on top and it was blowing off in clouds. It was so fine it looked like steam or smoke. Finally caught a bus that was nice and toasty, and closed my eyes for much of the trip to work.

When I GOT to work I was greeed with complaints about some noise in the attic. Like, why the hell is it assumed that it's this office's responsibility to deal with anything that goes wrong in this building? It's freakin ridiculous. So I called Facilities Services anyway.

Now I'm waiting for my boss' appointment to get here, and then I will venture back out into the cold to take grades over to the Registrar. (shiver, chatter). I am getting a bit stiff and sore from last night's butt-plant, too. :( Poor me.