The first of the snow

And so it begins. Snow showers today and slush on the roads. I left the apartment mid-afternoon and it was just rain so I wore slip-on shoes without socks. Huge mistake. By the time I left the office at half-past six, it was freezing rain, snow, slush, and the pavements were slick.

I met Boon at Bivouac, the cool outdoor gear shop on State Street, and was so tempted to buy a pair of socks and boots right there and then. I refrained and saved my money for dinner instead. After listening to Boon's stories, I realize I've had a fairly uninteresting social life or rather, I've been denying myself some great opportunities for observing people. I should get out more, but I just can't bring myself to abandon my work!

Thanksgiving break begins, and on the other side of the world, LK starts his re-service in the army. He's been assigned the post of company commander so it won't be the R & R that he had hoped for. I wish I were back in Singapore now. I don't believe I've ever seen him in his uniform before. It'd be quite hilarious if I put on my set of fatigues (I got a full uniform several years ago for fun when I was headed for a long summer camp in New Hampshire - my friend who helped me procure it even had my name embroidered on a cloth tag) and stood beside him for a picture. The officer and the recruit.