Actually, it's a little scary.
I've been invited to the 1st-year students skating outing next week. I've managed to avoid ice-skating for much of my life (sliding on ice by standing on thin blades of metal? Yikes) and I suppose it's time I gave in. After successfully slippity-slide-walking my way to work on the icy roads (in fact, I only had to walk across the parking lot cause Jesse drops me off in front of school), I suppose skates may prove to be a interesting take on ice travel.
It's still eerily quiet, but the heater vents just went on a roaring whoosh and scared me a bit more. I think I'll pack up and get ready for going home.