Degrees (windchill). Not Celsius. Fahrenheit.

Fortunately, I’ve spent the last couple of years acquiring running clothing appropriate for Siberian conditions. I’m actually looking forward to bundling up for my nine mile, pre-lunch recovery run, on a rare New Year’s Day on which I am not hung over.

The shopping’s done. The bills are paid. I have four days ahead of me with no responsibilities other than running, and feeding and bathing myself. Maybe I’ll do some housecleaning. Maybe not.

The work mill starts up again on Monday. But I’m doing my best not to think about it right now.

I spent a generous $50 Amazon gift certificate from my Mom on a bunch of used books. They are dribbling in from all over the country. Most of them are running-related, of the historical or biographical bent. I’ve realized that my running library is now significant enough to warrant its own section. I’ve also got some fairly valuable out-of-print volumes, it turns out. At some point, I’ll summarize and review some of the better ones here.