There's something strangely satisfying about arctic chill. Yesterday - at the Habitat house - I carried drywall from a frozen pile to a dumpster wearing my Carharrt and seeing the crisp shape of my breath ahead of me with every step. Today the Arborland sign said '0' as I headed to Jenelle's for the Super Bowl.
Over the past 24 hours we've allowed ourselves two of Ann Arbor's greatest indulgences: a Pizza Bob's peanut butter and chocolate shake last night after an hockey senior night victory and eggs florentine at Angelos for no particular reason this morning. Then I had another midday meeting... fortunately people came prepared with (unexpectedly) each preparing a separate part of the analysis to be done and we got things wrapped in good time. Still I'm looking forward to a day when Sunday afternoons are off limits.
Sunday, February 04, 2007