Fractionals

On the way to the gym from work, the grass slid and crunched beneath my feet. If I'd had time and a camera and didn't hate walking on nearly frictionless surfaces, I probably could have gotten some good pictures - every blade of grass, like everything else that was outside, was covered in a film of ice.

When I went outside to go to work it looked like bare pavement after the rain. Even after I'd nearly fallen on my first step I couldn't see the ice. But it was there, and the area outside of my building was unsalted. It's not the most extreme weather we've had all winter (it never got really cold like it did yesterday), but it is the worst.

Walking to the gym, I tried to focus on the positive: At least there probably wouldn't be as many people as Monday. And there wasn't, but not by much. This is the first time I've had the money to buy my gym membership for more than one semester at a time, and so the first semester I've been able to go right away. Part of me wishes I hadn't - the place is clogged with people that I can only assume based on the past two years will stop coming soon, forgetting resolutions and the like. I've had to fight for equipment the last two times I've been in. I like my nice, peaceful, deserted summer gym.