Since the weather ponies cleared away all the clouds before nightfall yesterday, the temperature dropped overnight and I found it a bit crisp out this morning, even dressed in my saddle, boots and scarf. The rising sun made the world painfully bright, and even though the glittering snow was very pretty, I had to quickly return to my rock, tree shaped stable. I ate too much chocolate yesterday and I've felt a little off all day. The aches from half a day of hair-raising bumpy rides on a plank of wood didn't help. Not so Spike. Spike had borrowed Rainbow Dash's racing sled and after a hasty breakfast, he ran off to the toboggan run to spend the day going up and down, up and down, up... oh, my queasy stomach. I stayed indoors in my library, only venturing as far as the kitchen for another flake of the blandest first cut hay and some more weak mint tea. At supper, Spike said that the hill had been awesome, so slippery that he really had to dig in his claws to climb back up through the icy patches. For most of the day he had the hill mostly to himself. Small wonder. If half the ponies that were there yesterday feel the bruises I feel today, and if the other half couldn't walk up the hill without ice-climbing gear, I'd say Spike is going to have that hill to himself right up until the next storm.