If it was not for getting my hair trimmed, I wouldn't have left my apartment. Despite my extra sweater,fleece shirt, and my ever famous 30 pound winter jacket, the brutal winter still whipped my ass. It's so cold, I think if there was any body liquid release when I was outside would have turned into ice.
It was only fifteen minutes wait at the barbershop. John had three customers waiting, so I went to Rodolfo. He is not as good and attentive as John, but he is way much better than Betsy. Before I left, John asked to take a couple of Greek cookies his wife baked yesterday. I can't remember what they were called, but they were scrumptious.
I've been riding the train thousands times and everytime the train crosses the Charles River, I never fail to look out and admire its beauty. And this evening, with the water turned into ice, the surface of the water was smooth. The evening light hit the water it was like seeing a huge mirror on the ground. I bet it will be more dramatic when the sun sets.
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