It’s Wednesday, February 27th, 2019 at 4:38 p.m., and I’m wearing the sly grin that is the exclusive property of schadenfreude. You see, I’m inside, all nice and toasty-warm watching the Snowpocalypse from my window: The cars hopelessly stuck in the snow. The Dog Walkers cursing their choice of pet(s). The steady stream of hapless pedestrians getting all but massacred by the wind.
How quickly things change. Today the people struggling against the elements are the subject of my silent ridicule, while only yesterday I wilfully wore all the layers in my wardrobe and stood in unity with 5000 of my closest friends, trying desperately not to expire for 90 minutes, building great memories, and occasionally, watching a (pretty terrible) soccer game.