fajrdrako | Getting around in Ottawa...

Walked to work today. Got here ten minutes late; not bad; I suspected as I left home that I should have been leaving fifteen minutes earlier. Altogether, it took about sixty-five minutes. I'm walking so much more slowly than I used to. And there's all that snow to slow me down.

It was rather invigorating. Pleasant, but too bad I couldn't follow it with a nap.

The news, no surprise to anyone, is that the striking bus drivers rejected the City's offer of a contract and there's no end to the strike in sight.

I find it's given me a new lease, psychologically. I don't need no stinkin' buses! We can cope! Badly, maybe. It's exhausting and inconvenient, diastrously so for some, but that is (or should be) on the conscience of the Strikers and the City, who are so caught up in their own battle they don't care what happens otherwise.

But once the sidewalks and streets are ploughed, and as long as it isn't -40C frostbite weather, I can endure. Walking last night gave me a sense of freedom, and relieved some of the stress I've been feeling.

I hope I don't have to walk to the hospital from the theatre this evening - it would take at least two hours, likely more. But I can if I have to.