It's sunny, so I have no business complaining. But it's also -7 with the windchill. I have food and movies and papers to grade and lessons to plan and books to read. I will miss the friends with whom I usually spend Saturday morning, but it's -7. I took this photo at The Little Lakes a few days ago. Today I could take one that would make me happier, because there is sun. The light in the sky early this morning looked almost like December light in Paris. That light is not reproducible at this latitude or in this hemisphere, but almost. Still (did I mention this?), it's -7.
