Again with the morning drizzles

Slept so hard last night I hardly remember my dreams, which are usually so vivid that I have no trouble recalling them later. Read in this morning's Post Intelligencer that people who are avid mountaineers or participants in other risk-taking activities are genetically disposed toward it, risk taking similar to that of criminals. What a pile of bull shit.
Did some tasks, then headed over to meet up with a few of my female climbing buddies at the gym. Delivered a belated birthday gift to one, briefly caught up with another and her health travails. Did a bunch of easy stuff with yet another who is very gradually stepping up her efforts. After four straight days of some sort of climbing activity, I feel a bit sore, but nicely worked.
Beloved spouse and I went out for a delightful late evening walk. It was so breezy, sunny and scenic, fresh air and happy people everywhere. There was a group of young people at Gasworks Park with many blocks of ice. We asked them why, and they said they'd been "sledding" on the ice down the grassy slopes... they generously offered their remaining ice to us, but we declined.