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High temp today, here: -2. Dewpoint then: -6. High dewpont: -6.
High temp today in TO: -2. Dewpoint then: -7. High dewpoint: -6.
Temperature two feet to my right: 26.2. Temperature ten feet to my right: 26. Humidity both two feet and ten feet to my right: 35%. Woot! (Yeah, I know, it's ridiculously warm in here (although still not as warm as my sister used to keep her apartment). Nothing we can do about it. And that's with missing storm windows.) Tomorrow, the installation of the balcony sensor (which I have unsuccessfully attempted to destroy twice by opening the package and shooting it onto the floor)! Woot woot woot!
On the sixth day of Christmas, we discovered that not a single damn thing is open at WLU. As in, the doors are all locked. This is perverse! Also, we have purchased a roast beast. Mostly I have purchased a roast beast. L. purchased Ryvita and brandy beans.
And still I eat pâté. And still to go: liverwurst. I have only just now determined that pâté and liverwurst are, in fact, the same substance, in different languages. But maybe, also, it's only liverwurst if it's in the shape of a sausage. Ein wurst. 'Tis a lovely pâté, English, but 'tis no wurst. In any language, it is not a hit with the kids. Go figure.
L. opened the door to throw out a bug, and it is now 25.7 two feet to my right, and 24.8 ten feet to my right. And 34% humidity.
And now I must invent my teaching philosophy. My philosophy teaching philosophy.
High temp today in TO: -2. Dewpoint then: -7. High dewpoint: -6.
Temperature two feet to my right: 26.2. Temperature ten feet to my right: 26. Humidity both two feet and ten feet to my right: 35%. Woot! (Yeah, I know, it's ridiculously warm in here (although still not as warm as my sister used to keep her apartment). Nothing we can do about it. And that's with missing storm windows.) Tomorrow, the installation of the balcony sensor (which I have unsuccessfully attempted to destroy twice by opening the package and shooting it onto the floor)! Woot woot woot!
On the sixth day of Christmas, we discovered that not a single damn thing is open at WLU. As in, the doors are all locked. This is perverse! Also, we have purchased a roast beast. Mostly I have purchased a roast beast. L. purchased Ryvita and brandy beans.
And still I eat pâté. And still to go: liverwurst. I have only just now determined that pâté and liverwurst are, in fact, the same substance, in different languages. But maybe, also, it's only liverwurst if it's in the shape of a sausage. Ein wurst. 'Tis a lovely pâté, English, but 'tis no wurst. In any language, it is not a hit with the kids. Go figure.
L. opened the door to throw out a bug, and it is now 25.7 two feet to my right, and 24.8 ten feet to my right. And 34% humidity.
And now I must invent my teaching philosophy. My philosophy teaching philosophy.
