I don't know how it's possible that I got sick. No one else appears to be sick. Sure, I splashed around in icy water for hours digging trenches so that the water drains from the driveway so that the garage door can close and the kids can bike again and no one will slip and fall on the ice, but nothing that could have gotten me sick, right?
(it wasn't that bad, I just got wet boots)
We have a new addition to the family: a pick axe ⛏️. I'm calling him Mr. Pickles (yay helpful person on twitter). Super, super useful for digging trenches in the ice to get the water to drain. Much nicer for blunt force ice damage than my straight edge shovel for the short ice breaker which is designed to send shock waves directly up your wrists into your arms.
Other than that not too much new.
I'm still stressing about if I want to move on from work. It... it doesn't feel good at work. It just makes me sad. Sure, it could be we're near the end of the winter and I haven't exercised at all, but... but it's not just me. Ah well. Meeting tomorrow.
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