Colder

Depending on whether you believe our thermometers or Excite's little side-bar thingy, we are about 0 F or 10 F this morning, compared to the twenties yesterday. Wind has not yet kicked up, prophesied for later. I will attempt another ski run before Momma Nature turns into a stone-cold bitch.

And on the writing front, Old Guy just received an anonymous envelope containing one tail feather from a hen pheasant. This is a problem. Also a literary reference, for Those In The Know.

Ahhhh...

Got out to the city forest for my morning exercise fix. Not yet vicious out there. Although there's a section of about a furlong near the old dump where the wind has a clear shot at hapless skiers and it did nip a dite...

I make jokes about fatigue endorphins and addiction, but the world really _does_ look better if I can get my blood moving faster on a regular basis. John, if you're reading this, does Dal have a gym you could frequent? That might help in the eternal battle with depression. Also the waistline, which has shown up in your commentary here and there.

4 miles, 56 minutes. About 2 minutes less than yesterday -- fresh snow is slower.