Hours and hours out in the stiff wind and deep cold on Pewaukee Lake, with the grandkids climbing snow piles, ice skating, mini-snowmobiling, and playing with new friends, while Bri and Tony raced a few good races. Childcare honors to Mimi and Abby, with me as runner up. Ab put on and removed and re-put on and removed countless pairs of ice skates, all the while suffering from icicle finger syndrome.

It turns out that Wombat is not yet fast—needing shorter shrouds, better steering, runners with more rocker—and possibly a new sail. Solstice, on the other hand, is pretty quick.

There is a big 5-kid sleepover going on right now at Bri's house (at least we can hope they are sleeping), and everyone is hunkering down inside as the temperature drops through the floor. (Of course, it could be to watch the Packer Game.)