Let me describe my first morning after coming back home to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and then you tell me if I'm exaggerating with the title of today's post.
Here's the story:
In the last two days, I slept maybe two hours all in all but because of the jet lag, I was wide awake but still tired at 5 AM. And hungry too.
Opened my computer just to find out the price of Steem dropped another 15%.
Opened the fridge and surprise, surprise. It was empty.
Went to the garage and my car doesn't want to cooperate. Dead battery.
All this and it's not even noon yet.
I took the bike and backpack and went to the grocery store.
This was the harsh reality just before landing after we descend below the clouds.
Light snow and minus 1 degree C.
At the custom, while waiting to enter Canada, they try to trick you with this tropic wall at the Edmonton airport.
A unique piece of art made of natural materials.
Look who brought us from Iceland. Maybe is her fault.
This ice sculpture will persist until mid-April at least.
You can see our only tomato plant in the background.
And here's the proof of my today's story.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I was also too early for the liquor store to be open so I couldn't buy some wine.
Steak and water don't fit together well but I wasn't ready for another ride.
After a day like this, I asked myself:
What the hell I'm doing here?
When I was leaving the store a nice old lady asks me if the road is not too slippery for the biking and I told her the story about the vacation, empty fridge, and dead battery.
She smiled at me kindly and said just two words: