Good Morning.

(Well, technically it is no longer morning. But on The Equuschick's days off her definition of "morning" becomes a bit lax. If she is still in her pajamas, it is still morning. It will be morning for a long time yet.)

Earlier "this morning" it was her turn to be conned into sledding with her younger siblings. (Technically she was in her pajamas then, but as she was wearing her Carhart overalls and a coat over the pajamas it was technically acceptable for her to be outside sledding in the backyard.)

According to the FYB, the hill was "a blast, but sometimes you ran into trees. That was even funner." Very shortly thereafter the FYG did indeed run into a tree and all but broke her thumb, The Equuschick was rather expecting it to be her neck. But it wasn't and off they went sledding again. The Equuschick went up and down the hill four times. This was rather tiring and she now feels hungry after only a piece of chocolate toffee for "breakfast."

(Technically it wasn't breakfast. But no doubt by now you have the idea.)