Spent the weekend in a lakeside cottage with friends. Snowshoed. Had snowball fights. Played Asshole (trou de cul). Ate, drank, was merry. Watched La Guerre des Tuques. Watched La Guerre des Tuques in Chinese at 4 am. Watched Rock et Belles Oreilles. Laughed at silly things. Lay in the snow looking up at the sky and listening to the wind. Pigged out some more.

Thought about the possibility of leaving it all behind, buying a cottage and working from there.

God, would it really be that bad to live in the country?