Out wood collecting this afternoon with my sweetie and his dad. It's 20 below today -- 40 below with the wind chill -- but fortunately we were in a well-treed yard so only exposed skin stiffened in the cold.

We drove the few miles to cut the wood, past islands of bare bush in a frozen white ocean of rippled waves.

Meanwhile, Loverboy was up in trees, wielding a chainsaw, and generally being all sexy in that sweat-and-muscle kind of way. Couldn't help but notice.