Our horrible cold snap was interrupted today, providing the incentive to go skiing tonight. The tracks are worn out and rutted, but any skiing is better than no skiing. Just as I finished, tracing the northern and western edge of the oak savanna at the center of the main part of the Arb, the snow started to fall, almost imperceptibly at first (a flake every few seconds) but intensifying to a steady stream. I hope it freshens up the trails and the rest of town: things were looking pretty dingy today. Just before the snow started, I did one good long interval, the sort of hard effort that makes your heart pound and your stomach consider making an exit. It’s a purifying experience, and really takes the edge off the cold.