anticipation

My cold seems to be coming full circle-back to stage 1. I will resist describing that stage so as not to gross you out.
Katherine and I went sledding at Fort Henry this past Sunday. It was the first time I've ever been sledding in Kingston. (The only time I've been sledding since we moved here was once when I was visiting my brother at Ottawa U.) It was pretty exciting, and the old Pocahantas sleds held up beautifully. Katherine and I were pretty bad at steering, but thankfully we never ran anyone down-mostly because we'd pave our way with screams of "We have no control! We can't steer!" and so people would know to get the heck out of our way. The ride down was great, the climb back up the hill was a lung burner. They could definitely use a magic carpet.