Still, I have to admit when I got out into the sun and got my first lungfull of the nostril-freezing cold, some ancient buried part of my brain went “SKI DAY!!!” (surprising the cold-weather-wuss majority of my cortex).
I really hope we do go sliding next week, dear off-yulbloggers. Or at least have a snowball fight. Pickup street hockey. Something. Then we can go back online and compare pictures of tuque-heads and rosy cheeks on Flickr.