I’m fresh back from a three day holiday up north(ish.)

Eight of us piled our snow gear into two trucks and drove three hours north to intentionally fall down for a few hours.

Humans are weird.

It was a great trip, no drama, everyone got along, and no one broke anything. The cabin was a few feet from the bunny slopes, which meant less driving around in black ice, and the backyard had a foot or so of fresh powder for us to roll around in while cackling in the middle of the night.  I need more weekends like that in my life.

Today I woke up (two days after the big day of snowboarding,) early in the morning and stepped out of bed. The second my bodyweight hit my foot I had to grab the bed to not crumble into a heap of wobbly meat sticks. Every muscle in my body cried out in terror and was suddenly silenced.

Wait, no that was Alderaan. But still, it hurts to be alive today.

Other than the pain, I kind of kicked Monday’s ass today: I woke up, got super organized at work, helped out some co-workers, whipped some people into shape that have been ignoring me, ran two miles, sent my book off to three new beta readers and had a great meeting. In the evening, I spent some time with my parents, cooked for the Haszband, then squeezed a giant bag of lemons, made fresh lemonade and brought it over to our friend’s/neighbor’s house.

Now it’s not even 9 yet, and I have time to dig into my homework for the week.

Only seven weeks of this class and I’ll have a few months off again.

I need to remind myself that when I debate whether or not I should read the required New Marketing chapters, and not Changeless (book two in the Parasol Protectorate series…)