ice and slipping
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.01.12
Two of my coworkers have slipped recently and injured themselves. One managed to cut open his cheek and break his arm way up at the shoulder while doing so.
Our street remains such an icy mess that even though I could easily walk around the well-plowed city center in shoes, I wouldn't survive the trip to the street car stop and so I'm still tromping around in boots.