Piglet flu still has me short of breath, but the skating is improving.

Kids are still out of school, or at least some are, which means terror on the ice…I love the little princess who spent most of her time digging her toepick into the ice near the wall, so that an unsuspecting novice can fall and break his/her neck, but hey, ice is never perfect. It used to be a scary prospect, but I've gotten steady enough (and deep enough in the knees) to skate over such demonic traps. If your knees are bent, your skates glide like a powerboat, heel-heavy, nose light and...