So, this is Blogger, and what have I done?

With my most sincere apologies to Sir Paul, here I am.

My snowsuit is off, a hot water bottle is against my back, a mug of tea is next to my hand, and my account is hot of the digital press.

I have to say, right here and now, I have no great expectations for this. I just hope it will keep me entertained until the sun comes over the southern horizen once again.

It is quiet here in my lonely log cabin on the roof the 6 storey "Great Canadian Mukluk Trading Post". This month's rush minute is over, with only a few dogs getting tied up in their traces. The faint scent of motor oil from the snow mobiles linger in the air, and all is right with the world.

Muffin, my faithful, caucasian companion, has called me to supper. I must go.

Later, mushers!