There was snow on the ground when I got up on Sunday, and more snow this morning. It hasn’t completely disappeared as of posting time, and will probably last the night. Is this the beginning of a long, long winter? Probably not, but it could happen. This is Minnesota.

My cold is much better, thanks for asking, though not entirely gone. The swelling has receded on my hand and the bruising has lightened, but I still have a substantial goose-egg on the back, and only about 70% use of it. That will take a while to come back, I expect.

I would have liked to have spent the weekend recuperating, but I was pretty booked. Friday night was a Sons of Norway meeting, which I’d promised to attend (can’t remember why).

Saturday morning my dance card was clear, so I was able to buy a few shirts I’d been meaning to buy. I also called in to two local radio talk shows, both times in connection with the general hilarity surrounding Nobel Peace Prize award. I told the David Strom Show my theory about the reason for the award—that Oslo is a B List city socially, and they just wanted the world’s greatest celebrity to visit so they could get his autograph. I called the First Team of the Northern Alliance Radio Network to explain how to pronounce “ø.” (Answer: Say “er,” but quit before you get to the hard “r” on the end.)

At noon, I had the annual meeting of the Georg Sverdrup Society, at which I was scheduled to read my new translation of one of Sverdrup’s articles. It went pretty well, as far as I could tell. Then there was the business meeting, and then the board meeting, and eventually I got home to wash my clothes.

Sunday I treated like a sick day, even though I wasn’t all that sick anymore. I figured I had a rest day coming. You know, the Bible never actually says you have to go to church on the sabbath. What it does say is you have to rest. It’s one of those points where I enjoy being legalistic.