It’s been bizarrely warm in Boston this week, inducing massive inappropriate paroxisms of spring fever. Work? On a day like today? I’ve even been leaving my windows open (it’s January friggin 9th!) to clear some of the dog related funk out of my house.
The downside of this gorgeous temporary climate shift is the thawing out of the long dead street rodents, frozen since early November. This week they’re making rapid progress along their inexorable path from three dimensions to two. At first I found this to be unbelievably disgusting, now, somewhat of a gruesome curio, definitely not to be stepped on.
Allston, I love ya, but I can’t wait to leave.
I’m having a hard time believing this without documentation.
Famous last words.