Stepping out of my car this morning, I slipped on the black ice and almost busted my head on the pavement, As it was, I slid backward, hit my lower back on the bottom of the door frame, and landed on my ass.
Let me repeat, I hate winter.
I had some dreams as I drifted off to sleep last night. I was walking down a local trail or road, marching actually, in time to military cadence, the Proclaimers' "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)", and the end theme from "Buckaroo Banzai". I kept walking for days, maybe weeks (In part of my dream, I had a backpack with a bedroll or sleeping bag. At one point, my dream did a sort of movie fade out and fade in to show the passage of time), and at the end of the walk/march, I was a couple hundred miles from home, maybe in Tennessee or Alabama.
I had another dream that I was riding my bike along the shoulder of US 40. I was heading toward Richmond, which is about a 70 mile ride. I've never done anything near that far (longest ride I've done is 30 miles, and that was ten years ago), but in my dream, I was able to do the ride with no problem. Just steady progress, going about 12 MPH, warm spring sun overhead.
Of course, I knew these were both dreams because the roads around are covered with FUCKING SNOW!
Once more to make it perfectly clear, I HATE WINTER!