We Must Be In My Soul

It's been a cold past couple of days. Very dry, but cold. It's a very November in Maine type of weather. (I dare not imagine what January/February in Maine was like.)



We had a little snow on the ground the other day. But that's about as much snow as we see, just a little dusting and some frost on the grass. These blocks, by the way, make up the Royal Mile and they're taking them up one by one to clean and redo the Mile. Except while that sounds all nice and preservationist of them, in practice, they're just plowing them up, dumping them into trucks, paving asphalt underneath, and then dumping the cobble blocks back onto the mile. And they're not very gentle about any of those steps. Not like the way those construction folks took forever with the chapel restoration and disturbed my sleep the entirety of my freshman year. That other picture was just some dirty street somewhere. Correction, some dirty street somewhere in Eddie.

Anyway, back to the cold. So I've been complaining to anyone that would listen (namely, no one) that it's cold in the city and that I've cranked my heat up really high and I think I've finally figured out the problem. Ok, so Vita-L may have helped. It's cold all over the city because well, their heaters are just inefficient. But my room heat is kept at temperatures much higher than everyone else's because I like to hang out in shorts and apparently, that's inappropriate for this time of the year...