Fickle

Oh, Spring, you are such a fickle mistress. *sigh*

Woke up to snow. SNOW! The other four-letter word. Had to break out the winter coat again - it was barely above freezing. The bridge close to work was frozen over, which I didn't realise until I was on the ice. Miraculously I did not fall over. This is big.

Spend 4 and half hours at work terrorized by a jack-hammer. There were earplugs but I could actually feel the drilling as well as hear it, so it didn't help much. More of it expected tomorrow.
If you see a news article about a hapless construction guy skewered on his jack-hammer you are allowed to point fingers at me. I'm almost looking forward to a padded room and restricting clothes.