"How Did We Get Here, I Think I Know How"

This morning I rode my bike to work, not as a heroic healthy choice in our below zero weather, but as the only alternative remaining in my losing battle with the snooze button. I clicked the horrifically unstylish helmet to my head, wiped the sleep out of my eyes and eased onto the cooly uncomfortable seat.

It took only five minutes before I questioned my very sanity. As someone who generally loves winter in it entirety I found myself grumbling obscenities to Jack Frost himself wishing for another layer, a sunny beach vacation, or even just a drop in the wind chill. Though I did manage to cruise into work, fly-aways absolutely everywhere and red-faced, I spent the next three hours drifting in and out of focused concentration and that longing for warmth.

I got home a little while ago, and in digging up on my old hard drive found these pics of us goofballs at the Cabin. While it's no Hawaii, I can definitely feel warmth when I look at them.