Here’s a picture of me with Anne and Matt’s dog Dozer. Matt took the picture on the 16th, must have been; I’m walking back from the mailbox with the Sunday paper. Dozer likes to go outdoors any chance he gets. The driveway is long enough that by the time I’m back with the paper I’ve been outdoors in more winter than a lot of my coworkers get in three days. Or a week, if they park in a garage at home and drive to the garage at work. The strange orange on my feet is yak-trax, a gizmo made of springs and plastic that stretches over the sole of your boot for traction on ice such as our driveway was made of that weekend.
