Past six o'clock and a cold frosty morn.

-10C, wind chill -17 (14F/ 1F) but bright and clear. Only: 'snow beginning near noon, accumulations 5cm (2").' Boots, no bicycle. Unless I want to push the thing back home tonight. And maybe I do: I'm fast heading towards walker-land.

Money is nice, people who gift me with morning shifts, but not having to be up at 7 is nicer. Especially when it involves the unheard-of proposition of sleep before ten.