Okay, that’s cold

Six degrees Fahrenheit. I can now officially admit that it’s cold. (Anything above 20, I just don’t believe it.) That combined with the fact that when we were skiing Sunday (in very sweet conditions), the sun went behind the mountain at 2:30 can only mean the shortest day of the year is almost here. Bring it on, it can only get better from there. Our little lake has iced over (and me having sold my ice skates — couldn’t take the pain in my heel from that particular pair anymore), the Hudson has sheets of thin ice on it, and when the morning sun shines in my office window, it shines from a distinctly more southern position and doesn’t even hit me in the eyes.

May have mentioned that I got a very sweet set of Kreitler rollers this fall, in the belief that I could keep up the great cycling form I had all summer. I have advanced from the “frightened rabbit balancing in the doorway” phase and can now balance on the things very nicely with hardly anything to fall on. But they should come with a definite warning, “Caution: May cause thighs to explode,” ’cause between that and the skiing, my quads are ballooning. I feel like Popeye. But they’re definitely great, and I’m glad for the opportunity to keep in shape while riding the wilds of the garage. Plus, unlike real riding, I get to listen to music while I ride (I strongly recommend a road rider never ever listen to music. Headphones kill!).

Christmas is getting very close. Nearly all gifts are ready. We are planning a Rachael Ray meal straight off her holiday special (spouse has a little TV crush on Rachael. Something to do with her perkiness). The new camera, as noted, is screaming to be opened. It’s possible I’ll get around to addressing some Christmas cards tonight. Every year, I order custom cards very early, and every year, it’s mid-December before I worry about addressing them. Sheesh.