Mungo tells me Montreal was 19 degrees colder than the North Pole today. Celsius degrees. This has not changed his plan to spend the weekend at a friend's family's cabin and learn to snowmobile.

I spent the afternoon moving rocks from the truck all over the yard. Medium-sized rocks: I carried them mostly three at a time, and made 33 trips. Upcoming surgery, my brain said, probably should get those rocks out of the way now, since you won't be able to carry things for a little while after. You know what else upcoming surgery means? No ibuprofen. My back is really angry with my brain right now.