No such thing as a homeopathic dose of water

 What does that mean?

Answer: The daily double.

Flip flopping weather

No, not flip-flop weather; flip flopping weather. Meaning, it snows a bit. Stops. Temperature rises, snow melts. Temperature falls just enough - it snows again. Still no sun. This time the snow sticks, and the sun finally comes out, but oh no! It's -15 below with wind chill! So it's cold but at least there's sun. But then, it starts warming up again. Rain on the forecast for this week, actually. All the snow melts - again - and if we're unlucky, the temperature will dip once more and the melted snow will turn to dangerous ice and make transportation difficult.

Such is the flip flopping weather cycle in Toronto this year. There were, I believe, a total of two tiny snowfalls at the end of 2023, where the snow lasted at most a couple days, and then nothing until January. Without checking the stats, I'm confident that thus far this winter has been the one with the least amount of snow. Which is regrettable, because I like having a winter that feels like a winter, and despite snow shovelling being a chore, I still enjoy getting the exercise when I can.

A gentle snow is falling now at this very moment. And it's good to be grateful about the present moment. So I'm content with seeing that gentle snowfall outside my window, but knowing that it's probably going to rain tomorrow, I won't even bother shovelling anything. Oh well. Time to enjoy the snow while it's there!

Freewrite time

 It just came to me that I don't often use the simple tool of a blank page to escape by filling it up with words. Words I use to fill this place up, and even if the sentences might not make sense because they're used to fill this place up, it doesn't matter, because I'm using this as an escape. Oh, it won't last very long, I mean, writing nonstop without thinking about what to write until I actually write it down can't last very long, a few minutes at most. Can you imagine just writing for hours on end? I don't think I've ever done that.

The closest I've come to writing hours on end would be when I was writing essays in uni. But I would never write for hours on end because there was always some possible distraction in front of a screen. Opening up a new tab. Clicking a video. Reading random comments online. Browsing, essentially. A pure hour of just pure writing, I don't think I've ever done that.

I mean, it's been about 5 minutes already, and I did take a small break to listen to some of the things my housemate was saying in a nearby room. And it's part of the reason I'm writing now, so that I seem busy because dangit I just don't feel like conversing with someone right now.

The loud gum chewing is annoying me, so I will go to a different room and end my writing here.