Oh yeah.. THAT's why I swore never to take another night bus again. Yeah. Needed that reminder. Thanks. I had some crazy dreams while being crushed into a smaller, more tired version of myself though. I dreamt I was an author with no left hand. How to hold the paper down when I wrote? I dreamt I was a Japanese businessman and my girlfriend was moving to some island. Strange indeed.

Skiing was okay. Well to be more accurate, it was absolute bliss as I was lifted by the hands of angels from the hip deep powder on each turn and gently thrown into the air as if a child by his father before landing again whisper soft in a hazy cloud of cold breath and snow. For one run.

But oh those 34 turns! Casting off the chaff and balance of my weight to fly unaided in a field of virginal white! No lifts. Hiking up took about an hour. Trip down: 7 minutes maybe. After that the sun came and baked the slope to mush and I was relegated to the lower levels of the ski-jo. And then the next day it rained. I took two runs in troll-under-the-snow grippy slop before giving up and getting on the long bus home.

Is anyone I know being born today? Greg? (He's got a girl and Ruby is her name...)