Woke up late as usual, but the sun was shining today so I ventured outside for a midday walk. There's a bird tower by the lake, and I was on my way there plowing through a thick layer of snow when I found a little creek in my way. The ice was visible and didn't really seem thick enough to carry me, but I thought I'd test it a bit and so I stepped out on what I thought was the edge to feel the ice with one foot. Turns out it wasn't the edge though, and I plummeted straight through with water up to my waist, my feet on a bottom ledge. I quickly crept up backwards and jogged home, took a warm shower after struggling to get my boots off and am now sitting here by the computer with a cup of warm tea and a story to tell.

I'm happy it's not much below zero at the moment, and that the weather is nice and sunny, would probably have caught a big cold if it wasn't. Ass it was now I didn't need to catch anything but my breath when I reached the door. Didn't feel cold at all while jogging home either, but in the shower my legs starting itching like crazy warming up, must've been numbed out or something. I had a camera bag in a lower pocket too, flooded. I had just minutes before the ice crushing placed the new camera in a jacket pocket instead after taking a photo, so it survived... lucky!! It was a morally enriching experience, I suppose, and good exercise, so all in all it's been a fun and adventurous day. :)