I pace up and down my hallway for the umpteenth time today.  Some days I feel like I am wearing permanent grooves in the laminate flooring.  I’m sure I make a comical picture as I trot back and forth. The length of my home allows me to make only a few strides before I must turn around and go back.  It gets old pretty fast but on brutal cold days it is my best form of exercise.  Cold winter days on the prairies generally do lead to more indoor time.  This year is worse.   With pandemic restrictions my world is very narrow.  I work from home.  I worship via…