Thursday, February 25
Front drive, 17:23
I went to Arcada today for my weekly trip into the world of work. The day started with a cup of tea and a Teams meeting with Irma who conducted her end from home. The day progressed from there, as surreally as it started.
I note in passing that Scrivener has objected to the word surreally, which made me go and look it up. Yes, it exists, and it means exactly what you would think it means. I have no idea why Scrivener thinks that it doesn’t.
As I walk home from the bus I notice the odd holes that have begun appearing in the snow as it starts to melt. I stop and peer into this one, a couple of metres from our front door. It seems about ten centimetres deep.