We've had a few rounds of sickness here lately: C then J then I, then still J, then C for a few bad hours, now me again. It has us feeling tired and like doing not much, which is too bad, because the bathroom project we started in mid-January is just now wrapping up. We have been able to paint the kitchen/dining walls, which was a big deal.

Winter's arrived, too. It came kind of quietly, sneaking up on us until there were thigh-deep drifts in the yard that were wind-whipped into a consistency that Carter could slide down or walk upon. He likes to play in the snow a little too much: our trips out of doors last until a meltdown ruins them. We skied Marquette Mountain, too, on a Saturday evening when 30F felt like 10F. It was just like I remembered it, except the equipment has changed a bit. That's about all.