Winter has descended upon York. The green fields are now sprinkled with frost. Sprinkled? Blanketed, more like.

It is completely foggy outside now. I can't see the grass on the ground from my window on the second floor.

On Sunday morning, I was on my way back from Mass. Being sleepy-eyed and in "Holy Bible" mode, I thought I was witnessing the miracle of walking on water being performed by gulls. Then I whacked myself on the head and realised that what appeared to be a miracle was just most of the lake being frozen.

I bought the nice leather gloves. Keeps my hands at just the right temperature. I also bought furry blue socks for sleeping in. They look really funny. And I bought ker-nee high black socks to prevent calf cramps. Yes, a socks shopping spree.

Oh yes. On Saturday, I had a cold but had to go out to buy groceries. I cycled there and bought my stuff. Then, I discovered that the stuff I had bought wouldn't fit into my backpack. So, intelligently, I packed the remaining stuff into two plastic bags and hung one on each handlebar of the bicycle. The thing with having a free-swinging weights on each handlebar is that they keep swinging. In different directions. And there are these things Physics students study known as Momentum and Force. So, I was on the road and every time there was the slightest bend in the road... WHEE!!! I was honked at by so many cars and I can't remember how many times I almost died on that cold Saturday afternoon while cycling like a drunkard with a bad cold.

I think I'm falling in love.

The frost is so pretty
Oh the cold. The Cold. The COLD, COLD COLD

To Boon & Jun: I hope your grandmother is ok. Two of you, please take care.