In just three days we had ALL the snow. ALL of it. Then is started to melt. Then it froze again. So now Stockholm is just a slippery, cold, uneven ice rink. My way to work was just one long, slow shuffling with me flailing my arms in desperation and exclaiming “Hooh!” every third step as my feet made an involuntary Riverdance tap. Honestly, it’s like freaking  Arendelle when it’s been completely frozen by Queen Elsa.

This winter just don’t want to make up its mind what kind of winter it wants to be; super-cold and wonderlandish, or quite mild and tolerable. Temperatures this week as already ranged between +5 and -8 degrees. My handbag is stuffed with various articles of clothing to survive in any event; thick jumpers, scarfs,  and legwarmers and warm hats and mittens and thinner scarfs and less warm hats and gloves. It’s chaos, I tell ya! It’s like lugging around half your winter wardrobe.

Other than that I CANNOT BELIEVE it’s already the 13th of January. What the even heck? I was gonna start this year with a bang, get shit done and stuff. And… stuff! Instead I basically spent the first week of the year in my PJ’s and warm, fuzzy socks, and then had to go back to work.

I DID however get a ton of questing done in Ferelden, hunting dragons and fighting evil and suchlike, so, in a way I suppose I started my year being a hero. In PJ’s and warm fuzzy socks.

What would we do without coffee?

So, I got to work this morning, the first proper work-Monday of the year, everybody shuffling around trying to remember their logins or actual placement of their desk, and crisis alert! We were out of milk in the kitchen.

Always a gamble, Monday mornings. Is there a carton of milk left over from previous week? Did some bastard drink it all? Will we be able to soft-spokenly and politely answer our first phone call of the week, voices oozing with honeylike service mindedness, or will our first words to our customer be “Urgh *cough* what hello? Yes, no, what? Sure, eh…. zzzzzz”.

So people were creating a downright mob in front of the coffee machine, staring at it angrily, opening and closing the fridge repeatedly, as if milk would appear, and trying to make up their mind whether to just have a plain cup of joe, or to go without, and start their day, and yes, the very new year itself in the workplace, without the power of caffeine.

Granted. I was one of these people. I was the one that wandered back to my desk like a zombie, hopes and dreams of a better world crushed forever.

Until half an hour later, when milk was indeed delivered to our office, and everybody were back to themselves again in no time, for better or worse.

This country runs on coffee. Or the fumes thereof. The fumes of having 8 cups of coffee in just as many hours. If coffee was suddenly to disappear, I do wonder what would happen to our GDP.