The thermometer says -10.8 here this morning. To my thinking, that excellent justification for not leaving the house all day. As much as I like a morning walk, and I've been so faithful with walking since the beginning of the year, nix on that idea for today. The sun is brilliant on the snow, but I think I'll just enjoy it from inside.
Just before my eyes crossed with fatigue last night, I reached the beginning of the neck opening on the Wallaby, so I'll have that to do battle with today, in front of the TV.
I probably ought to do some home stuff though. Run the vacuum or something. The kitchen floor is pretty ratty looking too. I'll do just enough to feel like a martyr, then adjourn to knit.
Sounds like a plan to me.