And that (Said John) Is That

Not what I'd call a real blizzard, but a pretty fair snowstorm.

Winter gear:

Two pairs of kneesocks.
Heavy flannel skirt, calf-length, over
Heavy cotton trousers
Two heavy Tencel shirts
A magnificent sweater that I bought in Whitby over twenty years ago: it's essentially an entire moorland fleece
Hoodless parka
Fabulous merino ear warmer knitted by teenybuffalo  (thanks!)
Polar fleece hat over that
Stout shoes
Overshoes (I cannot find the excellent boots I used to have)
Gloves
Shawl-sized scarf

What I would have liked:

Those missing boots, damn it
Goggles, when heading north
A pair of stout poles for plow-wake clambering

Otherwise, perfectly toasty for a sojourn of forty-five minutes.  It's almost never cold enough to wear that sweater, so I was very glad to give it an outing.

Such a pity that the students aren't here.  They'd be sculpting in snow (I have fond memories of an entire perfect Giza, with a Great-Pyrenees-sized Sphinx), and coasting down the library steps on trays, happy as otters.

Almost no one about, except a few dauntless skiers.

Nine