Drab Day

Gaia caught up with Titus and me on our sledgy way home from kindergarten today. She eyed my morose trudging through icy slush and asked me whether I was having a drab day. Talk about hitting the nail on the head. Yes, apart from lots of snow-shovelling, 4 loads of washing and a trip to the supermarket, nothing much has happened in Bovinia, at least not that I am aware of. I did order a turkey (of sorts) at the scary butcher's counter, and I managed to find some crackers online. And some Mr Kipling apple pies. Call me sad, but there is no way I am going to make Christmas pudding for a bunch of people who I know for a fact won't touch it with a bargepole. Even though it's traditional and all.

The high point was a run this morning, sometimes in snow so deep that I couldn't do my high knees-up jumping thing I've had to develop lately. It was more like wading. Surely that does something for the glutes.