I kept looking out the window and seeing people gallivanting about in the snow and thought -- well might as well, I suppose. It looked like fun, anyway, and the fresh air could do me some good.
Not so. I was outside for around a half hour before I decided I'd had quite enough of this 'fresh winter air' business. Perhaps I didn't bundle up enough, or perhaps my circulation is poor and I get cold easily (which is true), but it didn't suit me at all.
I did, however, manage to build a very small snowman on my front stoop before I had to retreat to indoors and tea.