I can't believe I have another snow day. It wasn't that bad when I left this morning, but by the time I rode down to Delaware and Tupper, I got a call from work saying not to bother coming in since the office was closing at 12. So I went back home to sleep in. On the way home a truck driver started honking at me asking "What the fuck are you doing?" referring to my bike.

Now it's time for working from home (or programming and Deutsch). I'd still much rather have it be spring and be stuck at work than have another freaking foot and a half of snow.

After the hike (e:paul) and I went shopping everywhere - Wegmans, Target and the coop. At Target we noticed they were clearing out the best granola ever - the coconut macroon kind - for only $2.50. So we cleared them out. There almost wasnt enough room to store them all at home.

On Sunday we went for a walk out on the ice. Well, we were going to, but as soon as we got out on the ice at Times Beach we heard cracking and booked it back to land.



Tifft was a much better and less windy option anyway.


We found this shell of a water tank along the rail tracks. I think it was a water tank, there were four old piles in the ground on the inside. They took off the roof at some point so all that was left was the concrete shell.







A diode on the train track, for switching maybe? Paul said it looked like an explosive



We were werewolf tracking.

Terry's got a big bushy stalk.

Paul tried to make a flute.

What are these metal baskets hanging in the trees? Artificial nests?
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While I was napping on Saturday I had the most Inception like dream I've ever had.

I dreamt that (e:paul) and (e:terry) and I went up to the old North Park library for a party. We got there, and Paul left to go pick someone up. Terry and I were talking sitting down talking to this couple, but I couldn't turn and look at them because Terry was holding on to me via meine schlange. I wanted to tell him to let go, but it just made me wake up (or at least I thought). I started to tell Emily (who was in our bedroom?) to tell Terry to let go again, since he was still holding on, but I couldn't form any words. While this was happening my eyes opened for real, and I could see Terry, who was holding on for reals. I tried to tell him to wake me up but I couldn't talk, move, or even breath. Apparently I really was just laughing in real life, which makes me think I was having sleep paralysis.

Basically scientists think it's the boundary between being awake and REM sleep. Lack of sleep is considered a cause, which definitely could have been after the rave. The brain gets out of control sometimes.

After the rave on Saturday (e:joe,58770), we had an absolutely lazy Saturday. (e:terry), (e:paul) and I got up at noon, went to eat at West Side Bazaar (e:joe,58771). After Paul and I ended up napping (I think I was starting to get sick too).

Of course we were hungry again so Paul and I were going to get pasta from the coop. Paul didn't want to walk, so we nixed that and ended up driving to Curly's with (e:mike). The chips were redonk but we demolished them.

We hung out with Mike at home after dinner while he told us about all the important acronyms he uses for work, and the importance of cultural sensitivity. After he left we watched Teen Wolf and went to bed.

I felt kind of bad having such a lazy day of eating/sleeping/bed/repeat but I guess Paul and Terry are right when they say you don't always have to be accomplishing something.