it's cold
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2010.11.26
Gloomy, this morning. A low cloud cover and a strong wind from the north-west. No surprise that it started to snow.
I couldn't contact my family again this morning, no word of explanation from Japan. I did a bit of accounting work for our soon-to-be-defunct business and noticed that I had to bolt out the door. Somehow I left without either the key for the house in Oakville or the key for the door at the office. The three hours I'm spending in commute every day are starting to wear, I think.