I’m really, really no fan of winter, so when I read three different blogs today talking about how cold it was, I bundled up like the Michelin man and braced for the worst.

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.