Vienna, definitely not the city of my dreams

Did I mention it's cold here? Yesterday morning it was somewhere below -10°, and I for got to pack my gloves. Will buy some today, because walking on partly icy surfaces with one's hands in one's pockets is definitely not a good idea.
Now it's 6.50 a.m. -- no idea what the temperature is, but somehow I prefer not to know -- and it's still pitch dark!
Taxis are so expensive that your eyes pop out of your head if you look at the metre. I still went everywhere yesterday by taxi, because it was so bloody cold, and, in order not to sound to pissed-off, I have to admit that at least the cars are in prime shape and all the drivers were nice guys with whom I had nice chats. And I wasn't cold, which was certainly worth paying a total of approx. € 100.
Good things about yesterday:
1) I met gypaetus and it was great, not that I had any doubts on that count. Unfortunately I had to leave after two hours, but I'm sure we'll repeat the experience next time I'm here.
2) The gym is a place of awesomeness, once you get past the annoying, underage staff in wannabe pinstripe suits.
3) I cooked a very good dinner last night, had a nice evening with Janine and slept almost 9 hrs.

So, today's plans are:
Go to gym around 9.
Go home, have shower and suit up.
Have lunch with old flame, who wanted to sleep with me last June when I was fat, so I guess there might be some self-assurance boosting today, even though I doubt I'm going to sleep with him today. But it's the thought that counts.
Hopefully I'll be meeting my ex-sister-in-law tonight.
Between lunch and meeting her, provided there really won't be sex, there'll be a bit of shopping: apart from things I need (coffee, certain spices, a certain brand of floss etc.) there are things I want, i.e. brown suede boots, more warm sports clothes (though I rather need those), and maybe something nice that just begs to be bought.

Oh, and merely for the record: I always weigh myself when I'm staying at Janine's place, so imagine my unbridled joy when I realized that I now weigh only 5 kg more than I did in Milan, which was ten years ago and certainly the slimmest I'd ever been. Go me. I'm not really aiming for weight loss anymore, but it was certainly a satisfaction to see that I lost another three kilos during the last 5 months, and I really haven't been dieting, just exercising a lot.

Dawn is coming, at 7.10. I mean, WTF?