Overcome with enthusiasm, I headed out, malgré les temps.
Special of the Day: wet snow, with seconds on the house!
The waiter asked, "Are you taking photos for your girlfriends?" Yes!
I had to watch every step!
Few cyclists braved the streets; more than one walked a bike:
Ah, the glee of the first snowball fight!
The walk lifted my spirits, as walks will. I was charmed by this window display: a tutu of evergreen-and-gold boughs, a bodice of sheet music. This is the window of the local boutique, Fripe Fabrique; what an eye for design!
WIW note: That's a Golightly Cashmere watch cap on my head, and I can't think of a more practical luxury for frigid climes. (Golightly also make a feather-weight watch cap, as well as other styles, and the hats are available in a range of sizes.)
The colours are magnificent, the weight substantial, and the watch cap model is deep enough to pull down over your delicate ear lobes. It was a stretch to buy it some years ago, but it's been worth every penny.
A reader sent a note to say how happy she was with hers, so I wanted to be sure, as the temperature drops, to mention it again.
I've signed on for "the magic of 10,000 steps", just in time for holiday goodies and the seductive sloth-induction of our long, dark winters. When I came home, a a chirpy Fitbit shoutout and a badge were waiting! Ho, it knows what I'm doing. (You can control just how much it knows, somewhat.)
So is the little sensor naughty or nice? If I can maintain my goal weight over the winter, I'll be a convert—maybe even as devoted as Connie, or David Sedaris, who wrote a very funny piece about his obsession here.
If there are FitBitters reading, please say hey. How are you doing?