While waiting for things to melt, I took the opportunity to wander down Broadway this afternoon. This past month has been an obstacle course for anyone trying to travel the ten blocks between Cambie and Granville: they are doing intensive construction all down this main road and it is a big mess.

Intensive inn – ten – siv (adjective) 1 Derivative from the word intense, though nothing to do with shampoo or other hair cleaning products 2 Extreme in the sense that deep pits and long blue hoses have appeared in amongst places where deep pits and blue hoses are not normally found 3 incuring sound damage to passer-bys, from digging and trucks who blast their brakes as though they are on a distant planet where no one can hear them, and not on a busy intersection where people are walking just a few feet away.

Upon returning to the task at hand – a task which will reveal itself in time, though today is not that time – I found it to be almost complete and within a few minutes I shall engage to finalize the first whole working draft. For those who know what I am writing about, yes it is now almost done. For those who don’t: why bother continuing to read? It will only make you depressed.

It is trying to rain here: I suppose that is better than snow, right?