Today it's snowing. The snow we already had was starting to get grey and brown and melty, so I'm not entirely displeased to see this batch, even though it means I will have to shovel myself out before going to my diagnostic medical procedure. Which, I am informed, will not be the most fun I've ever had with my clothes off, but should not be deeply unpleasant, either. Let's hope the person who said that was right. (This is a "just in case, but we expect nothing" diagnostic procedure. The one in January is a "we hope to see something informative here" diagnostic procedure.)
I've finished off three rolls of wrapping paper this morning, and the pile of naked presents by the side of my desk is back down to semi-reasonable sizes.
I am filled with panic whenever I think of touching Sampo again. I'm not sure whether that means I should grit my teeth and do it or whether it means I should give it a break and do other stuff.