Heed my warning: don't sleep with your contacts in! I've been doing it since I was 13...I've also been sleeping with my contacts in since then and now, all the years of neglecting my big brown peepers has caught up with me. A couple days ago my right eye exploded. Ok, not really but it did erupt in infection goodness and now, after a stern lecture from an optometrist named Dr. Coon, I'm not allowed to wear my contacts for at least a week. A week! At least my glasses are funky, but still, it's a royal pain trying to mush dogs with glasses. I can't wear my neck gaitor up around my face because my glasses fog up and I can't see and so my nose gets frostnipped. Plus, the dogs like to swat them off my face and because I'm so blind (glasses since grade 3, thank you very much) I can't find them for some time. My glasses! Sigh.
A couple days ago I bumped up the dogs to 20 miles. We're still on the four-wheeler so when I do get them on the sled, we can easily double that to 40. They're really strong now and still happy and enthusiastic.
I think Sam's coming with me today which is always fun. We'll see. We've got a bonfire tomorrow night at friends Erin and Aaron's house to bring in 2007.
Happy New Year to all.