By Friday, Prague is supposed to get 40 cm of snow. Sounds fun. Not if these City Numpties can’t figure out how to use a plow, though.

But today while walking from the flat to the metro, I was thinking how nice a winter it’s been: lots of snow in the air, a bunch on the ground; cold weather that hasn’t rollercoastered toward Spring too soon. And then my foot landed on black ice and I felt myself sliding and slipping, when all of a sudden my heal got purchase and I didn’t go down, exactly, but the f*&^k and s*&t and g$%d!#m spewed from my sailor’s mouth.

So much for fuzzy winter thoughts.