We had hoped to go old school and drive out to the forest to cut down a tree, but what with ARCTIC BLAST 2008 that is not going to be possible. So last night we did something new- we walked about 10 blocks to a little tree lot and carried the little guy home on our backs (well, Zach's back). It was pretty neat.
It's so cold and snowy, it really feels like Christmas. I love it. For 6 consecutive California Christmases (say that three times fast), I got into the spirit with music and smells... but it never came close to my ol' Montana Christmas. I guess this isn't the same either, but closer. Something magical about freezing your ass off.
I have no physical activity to report unfortunately. My marathon recovery is slipping into no-excuse-laziness. Today I'm going to bundle up and go for a long walk of at least 45 minutes or an hour, if I can make it that long without freezing solid or falling down repeatedly. I need to do something to balance the cookie and wine intake!