I don’t mean to be the sterotypical Canadian, always talking about (aboot?) the weather, but the wind is insane here right now. The wind is currently being clocked at 75 km per hour, with gusts up to 95 km per hour (that’s 47 mph and 60mph respectively, for non-metric folks). All our windows are rattling loudly, our DOOR (which is an apartment door, ie it opens into an enclosed hallway and not the street) is rattling back and forth, which freaks Hayley out because it sounds like someone is constantly trying to open it, and the exhaust fans are making a ton of noise in the bathroom and over the stove. In fact, the one over the stove is so drafty that it’s shaking the light bulb enough to make the light flicker. I finally turned the light off altogether once I had finished making my grilled cheese sandwiches because the flickering kept making me think the power was about to go off.

Even with the heat up and all the windows shut tight, the wind is still making enough of a draft that I bundled Breanna in a blanket, I’ve allowed no arguments from Hayley in regards to having to keep socks or slippers on, and all I want to do is sit and drink hot tea under a thick comforter all day.

On top of that the local news opened with stories of people actually putting cleats on over their boots in order to deal with the slippery sidewalks after the snow-turned-freezing rain-turned-rain. Some of the downtown sidewalks have actually been blocked off by the city because they’re too dangerous to walk on and pedestriians are walking along the streets to avoid falling down. Last night, before the salt trucks had made the rounds, it was slippery enough that a man was killed after an oil tanker lost control and slid into a car.

I know it’s February in Montreal and the weather can be a little crazy, but this is a bit ridiculous.