So, the winter solstice came and went. It was a beautiful day, but as with any other day my initial plan was to stay cooped up inside to work. Fortunately Renja was so excited by the clear sky and the golden light that she basically forced me to get out for a bit. I'm glad that she did so.
Whether it's global warming or just the latitude that we're at, I don't think I'll be getting a white Christmas. The snow has all melted and the temperature has stayed just a hair above 0 for the most part, hence stopping any more snow from falling or staying on the ground. But nevertheless, it's still a beautiful place to be, and the consensus is that January and February are generally colder months.
I biked into town to pick up Christmas things, and I was pleased to find that my body wasn't screaming out in protest as much as my first ride a few weeks ago. I took my film camera out for a spin instead so the photos above are not from yesterday specifically. Anyway, all was going well and good, until a little way into the ride home. I must have slid over a lone icy patch of the road and I crashed pretty spectacularly, launching the basket off the bike and most of my shopping with it. My pants are no more as I tore a massive bloody hole in one knee and my hands got cut up when I landed on my palms. Luckily no one was around to see my dented ego splayed out on the asphalt. The adrenalin kept me going until I got home to staunch the bleeding and bandage myself up. Lots of couch potato-ing ensued. Happy solstice to me.