I'm sore from xmas

Quiet outside...it's as though everyone decided to take off the week between majority religion day and NYE. xmas was wonderful but I'm out of cookies already. Firefly was watched, truffles were exchanged, nothing and wonderful things happened. "It's from Hechts..."

Yesterday I hiked old rag with Kelowna. You see, it was her birthday. Last year on her birthday we went hiking. We've hiked many days I would not have thought of hiking were I on my own. She has something that drives her, and I'm...easily influenced? It's fun to do, and the abundance of shallow graves remind us that the trails repeat nothing they hear. Or I'm talking crap.

( Old rag in the snow  )