A rather strange game, as Sunday go. Some friends took over afternoon babysitting duties to let Shannon and me go to see a new talkie, Juno, at the local moving picture house. (This is the third movie we've seen in a theater since Julia was born; at this rate we'll see the next one when she's in kindergarten.) It was a great movie, though the whole theme of childbearing/-rearing pretty much kept me on the verge of getting all sniff-and-kleenex the whole time. I knew I was a goner when one of the previews made me tear up, and the last twenty minutes of the flick itself were no easier: when they showed that gross purple baby, I lost it. Highly recommended.
Later on, I headed to the trails to see if I can go the distance of the City of Lakes Loppet (which is three weeks from today). I could, and didn't even suffer too much, but things got a little fuzzy there toward the end. I don't recall actually skiing over a few stretches of my last lap around the Arb.