I am occasionally lexiphanic. I occasionally use pretentious language. I was accused of this in grade school (not in so many words, of course, we were too young), but before that it never crossed my mind that I might be using words that my classmates didn’t understand, or hadn’t come across yet, since I read so much more than the average person.
Word of the day, eh? Read about it.

All day long I’ve been watching the snow fall outside. It’s pretty as long as you don’t think about driving in it. The view from the window at the lab includes a platform that used to support the garage that stood over the Metrolink tracks, but the garage got demolished some years ago. However, the platform stands, I assume because it would be too much of a hassle to Metrolink to take it down (the car cable is attached to the underside) and it’s possibly going to become part of the new building to take the garage’s place (when that might be I have no idea).
Anyway, for the past few days, there’s been a green plastic soda bottle sitting on the platform, probably thrown up there by someone unconcerned with littering. The wind hadn’t blown it off, so today it slowly got buried as the snow continued to fall. There’s a tiny sliver of green still showing, so at least we know the amount of snow on top of the platform was at least the width of a soda bottle…
took entirely too long to write that, I suppose, but you know me. Never concise when I can be verbose.