It was gorgeous here today: perfectly blue skies, whiter-than-white snow, and a sun so radiant that you can't imagine dusk ever coming. I spent the better part of an hour this morning outside in those conditions, riding my bike from campus to the drug store, buying two pediatric enemas for poor constipated Genevieve, and then delivering them to Shannon at home. It wasn't quite Balto delivering diphtheria serum to Nome, but the 5.5 miles trip was much better than working, and it was almost literally the least I could do after my spouse put up with a week like this.
Happily, it was worth it: Genevieve is back on her normal digestive schedule.
(Speaking of epic treks through the cold, the Iditarod sled-dog race has an engrossing history, which is written up at length on the race website.)