Slipping, sliding along

What with the snow falling vertically and wind gusting as high as 40-miles-per-hour, my usual leisurely 15 minute walk from home to work was quite an adventure in negotiating where to step. And as for the walk home, Adams Street near Fulton was a veritable icy lake of slush.

When it comes to slip sliding along though, the real dream is avoid the punch that inevitably finds its way onto my head, not the huge piles of snow, ice and all around yuck that is our New York City winter.

The good thing is, life goes on anyway and bitching and moaning aside, it is after all the 13th of February which means not toooooooo many more of these snow-laden morning and evening rush hours to go. Least ways, that’s the hope.

Apropos of nothing in particular, if you do have to think winter–it might as well be skating where so far at the 2014 Sochi Olympics, some of the performances have been remarkable.