In the morning there were a few inches of snow on the ground. I biked to work while it was still falling. It was the first time I’d ridden in the snow. It was slow going, and there was something of a learning curve involved, but in the end there was no particular excitement. By the time I rode home in the afternoon, the snow had stopped falling and the roads were more or less cleared. I had to stay on the cleared parts of the streets or else the partly compacted snow tended to throw my bike around a lot.

In the evening, a couple of us went sledding. It was excellent. The hill was an old road down into a ravine that has been closed to cars for years, if it was ever really meant for cars in the first place. The path curved, with a stone wall along one side and on the other side mud and slush. A bridge and creek were at the end. Allowances had to be made for unevenness of the road, and with all the steering going on it felt more like bobsledding than anything else, I think. We met a few people from the neighborhood near the hill, all of whom were very friendly and all of whom tried the sled a few times. It was probably about a half hour walk from the house, but it was worth it.