Wrote a
Hellsing drabble today. Also walked to the library. My legs were burning at the halfway point but I perservered. Twas cold and windy, but the wind was to my back, so I went on anyway. Didn't find the book I was looking for. (The Dragaeran books by Steven Brust have been very highly recommended, but alas were not there.) I did however impress the librarian with my knowledge of how many HP books there were and in what order. Bwaha.
I ran into the missionaries on the way back (which was decidely worse since the wind was to my face and my glasses kept freezing up.) They seemed in good spirits for children sent out into a blizzard to convert the unwilling. Poor things.