divine angst

I love it when it gets all slick and snowy. LOVE IT. Meaning, of course, that tonight, on my way up the sidewalk from the train, I completely ATE IT. The result: one twisted ankle, one abraded right shin, one sore arm (from catching myself), and a soggy backpack. (Yeah, yeah, it’s a rolly backpack, but it fell back down in the snow, and the worthless straps-you-could-use-if-you-wanted-to-wear-it-on-your-back got all wet and icky).

I guess it’s not really winter, though, until you’ve made a complete fool of yourself. Because, of course, someone was walking right behind me and had to stop and ask me if I was OK, and then tell me, “Yeah, it’s really slippery!” Um, yeah, REALLY? I HADN’T NOTICED.

I guess that is what I get for attempting to wear slim footwear this week. I hoped I wouldn’t have to wear the bulky (yet stylish) winter boots EVERY day this week, but it seems that was an unrealistic hope. All of this assumes I can actually get my foot into a boot tomorrow. I may end up in sneakers.