We lounged this morning: read the Sunday paper, fell asleep sitting up on the couch, woke up and decided to run around Calhoun and Harriet to redeem the day and soak up the few atoms of vitamin D produced by the wan January sun. People around the lakes had a look of contentment - little half smiles sometimes blooming into a full grin on eye contact. This is a common expression - people are so happy to be out, even in pale sunshine, after two weeks of subzero death cold.
On TV this afternoon is a story about a group of guys replicating the Peking to Paris auto race of some time in the early 1900's. They alternate between great adventure, great fun, and being really ticked off with each other. They're driving the cars of the era, dressed in the clothes of the era, but they have a sag wag tagging along with them that I'm not sure the original auto racers had. Hey, a guy's gotta be comfortable, I guess. They're in Siberia, which looks a little like Minnesota, and should help explain why much of this blog has so far focused on the weather.
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