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Being scatterbrained last night I forgot to bring up the bowls and mugs for my breakfast which, yes, I still eat upstairs. So had to limp down to the kitchen this morning, and since I was there on an empty tum, might as well weigh myself. Scale says I've put on ten pounds in a month. I hope the scale is suffering from dementia because, like, ten pounds should register in tighter clothes or extra flab or something? which isn't happening. But on the off chance that I'm really packing on the pounds, have resigned myself to no more alcohol or pasta for the next little while.

Mind, some of that may be sedentary lifestyle which is not going to alter much in the next month. Snow on snow on ice, actually, means I'm not going for any long walks these days. Just getting to the super was a hassle today, because people will not shovel their sidewalks. Went so far as to take my ice chopper to the three intransigents down the block, only to find that the freezing rain or whatever of Monday was still an unmoving layer of ice under the snow of yesterday. And am running out of salt, so won't be wasting any of it on the neighbours. Back to the bike machine it is.

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February is one of our worst months for getting out for a walk. It's not snow and ice here, of course, apart from the overnight frosts which make de-icing the car a pain. But rain and dreary cold are not conducive to long walks.

I never know why people grouse about the horrors of January when February is just as bad if not worse.