getting my car, and the family gathering

I ended up walking all the way out to the airport to get my car.  I know, you say, 'big deal, you walk to work often enough,' but believe me it's a little different in the snow.  Where there's 'ploughed' sidewalk the snow is still soft underfoot, and a lot of the way there was no sidewalk.  And of course I wore my big boots which go up to my knees, but with two pairs of socks they're painfully tight - although by halfway there my feet had gone numb.  (When I got them off, later, all the blood rushed back and they hurt a bit.)  And then I got to dig through thirteen inches of snow with my trusty dustpan.  It all put me in a good mood.  No, seriously - that sort of thing puts me in a really good mood.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe just because I can survive it. :)

The family party, though... well, some sad things, but it was good to see people.  ( Getting the news on the youngsters, and who's no longer with us.... )