Ahhh, the warm water is lapping upon the leg that perches me above the shallow salt water flats in some place tropical. I, The Southpolar Flamingo, exclaim in my head as I awake from my idealistic recurring dream. I guess I should get moving and start another day of winter's work at the bottom of the world. I roll out of bed and stumble down the hall to the communal bathroom to find the fellow winter-overs removing the sleep from their eyes and washing up. I grab my shower stuff.
Today is one of two shower days for the week.
I get dressed and head down to the galley to warm up some frozen fish for breakfast. Today I was planning on helping out Snack Bar, the waste manager, move some recyclables outside the dome. However the temperature dropped below - 95F when I was sleeping and the heavy equipment just will not run when it is that cold. Instead, I will help Dr. Betty spruce up the biomedical facility with a fresh coat of paint. I walk down the icy archway to the medical facility.