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Time in Jonesville, Vermont13941755841:59 AM
Weather in Jonesville, Vermont
We got our first really sizeable snow of the winter here on Thursday and Friday. Enough snow that we actually had to snowthrow the driveway twice just to get our trusty Subaru Foresters up. And we almost never have to do that. Usually we only snowthrow so UPS and FedEx don’t throw our packages into drifts at the foot of the hill. (A neighbor came along last night and plowed us out properly — trust me, we didn’t move all that snow with one walk-behind snowthrower.)
I’ve let my weight creep back up over the last two years… two years in which I’ve battled severe depression. I have the best of intentions to eat less and exercise more, but depression makes it so easy to put both goals off.
Today, FedEx dropped off a package containing what pretty much has to be the ultimate dieting aid:
Yep. It’s a classroom anatomy model of one pound of human fat. I figure if I stick this in the kitchen where I’ll see it when I go on a nighttime foraging mission (I have a problem with sleep-snacking), I might think twice.
(Want to order your own?
It’ll run you about $23, plus shipping. But as a reminder of the need to diet — it’s priceless.)
I managed to eke out 15 years and 10 months as a Vermont resident without having someone vandalize my mailbox.
That ended today. Someone ripped the door clean off it. See above. I spent a merry few minutes rooting around in the snow to see if it was simply on the ground below the box. No such luck. I hope whomever took it, wherever they are, enjoys it as much as we did these past dozen years (we moved here to this address in April of 2002).
The belief that this sort of thing would happen one day is what led me to get a post office box years ago, but unfortunately, some merchants we’ve ordered packages from blithely send follow-ups and catalogs and so on to our street address, so we do try to keep our mailbox functional.
I hope and assume that the post office will just hold the mail until I can replace the mailbox in a day or two. For what it’s worth, we have tried just having everything forwarded from our street address to our post office box. That worked for years but then rules changes at the Postal Service apparently made that illegal or bad manners or against policy or something, so they made us stop. That said, I’ll swing by tomorrow morning on the way to work and fill out a temporary forwarding order and we’ll get a new mailbox mounted when it’s snowing like crazy and I don’t feel so rotten from this persistent chest cold.
I’ve got a bad cold. It started a week ago, mostly as sniffles and congestion, and I beat it back using a steroid nasal inhaler. But then later in the week, I had a close encounter with a co-worker who was so ill that he’d had to skip sessions at the customer site, and had for some Godawful reason dressed and shown up one morning, completely out of it. We turned him around and sent him back to bed, but it looks like the damage had already been done.
I felt pretty bad that Friday as I traveled home from Kansas City. Saturday was pretty darn rotten. Sunday was just plain awful. I wound up taking today off from work because I just felt so tired and full of yuck that I could barely stand. (I had an exciting interlude mid-afternoon when I tried to go to the bathroom, felt so weak that I basically collapsed in the doorway, and then spent sixty seconds or so trying to right myself, confused and shaking.) And I feel awful right now.
But I’m going to try to go in tomorrow to work anyway — for two hours, give or take. I’m the subject-matter expert on a product that a whole bunch of fellow employees are traveling in to learn about, and taking tomorrow off would be awkward, to say the least. I will use plenty of hand sanitizer, cough syrup, and so on, and keep my distance… I don’t want to be a vector myself.
I just wish, in a pathetic way, that I was on the road traveling this week. When you stay in hotels, someone else changes your sheets. When you’ve been perspiring in bed for three days and you can’t take it any more and your spouse is at work, you’ve got to get up and do your sheets yourself, sick or not.