After a self-granted brief hiatus for the holidays, Wednesday night I bundled up in layers of clothing and restarted my nightly walking routine. There's still snow on the ground here and I encountered a few icy spots in the road while walking, but the treadmill simply doesn't hold my attention like walking outside does. For some reason my back was hurting Thursday night so I skipped that night's walk, but made up the exercise Friday morning thanks to a random bout of insomnia. It was even colder this morning than it was Wednesday night. The triple layer shirt/hoodie/jacket kept my torso warm, but little else. Even with gloves, my fingers and toes were beginning to numb as I made my way around the final curve and headed up the last stretch toward the house. My face was frozen; snot dripped from my nose and my lungs burned from the cold air.

Aw, yeah. I'm back.