My 24 days of nonstop work is over. I won't be able to completely shun the office for the next week, as I need to take care of some things on Monday. But I plan to re-emerge as my Former Self, and not the shell of it that I have been for the last month.
Step One: Go skiing.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Halfway there . . .
Today is day 12 of what will be 24 days without a day off.
Am I psyched to be missing the first real storm of the season? No.
Am I staying fit? Yes.
Is this the kind of life I want to be leading? No.
Is this why they pay me to do what I do? Yes.
Is it worth it? Ask me in 12 days...
Am I psyched to be missing the first real storm of the season? No.
Am I staying fit? Yes.
Is this the kind of life I want to be leading? No.
Is this why they pay me to do what I do? Yes.
Is it worth it? Ask me in 12 days...
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Moving in the right direction . . .
It's snowing. Finally. Maybe by the time I get a day off -- just before Christmas -- the rocks and the ice will be covered. Between now and then, the challenge is to stay fit. And to get rid of the little rhinovirus bastards that have taken over my sinuses. We'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Mmmmmm. Delicious.
My whole milk consumption continues. I'm averaging about 1.5 gallons per week.
My cholesterol? Pffft. I'm sure it's fine.
My cholesterol? Pffft. I'm sure it's fine.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This is why they pay me.
It's the end of the billable year and all of my cases are going richter simultaneously -- which means three weeks of looooong days at a desk for the 'Gumby.
Which is probably okay for right now, because the mountains are fucked. A patchwork of ground-level-faceted-nastiness and cold, clear weather for the foreseeable future aren't offering much hope.
The horror continues . . .
That's not to say that I haven't been skiing. I have four days so far, and they've gone something like this.
Day 1: Skinned in the Uintas with The Wee One and The Furry Devil. Never took the skins off, even going downhill. A dee-licious pulled pork sandwich at the Samak Store eased the pain of the meager snow pack.
Day 2: Skinned at Alta. We took the skins off, but the stickiness of the man made snow made it hard to tell.
Day 3: Skinned into So Long at Alta. The skiing on So Long was actually very good. The exit out of Catherine's Area was ridiculous. And not in a good way.
Day 4: Skied firm groomers at Alta. It was great to ride lifts and comforting to have my alpine boots on again. The snow, however, was less than confidence inspiring. I was all gumby, and no upper level. Skied with the MeltonHibbs and Dr. G. They both made the ice look easy, which is remarkable given that the MeltonHibbs live in Fresyes, and Dr. G probably hasn't slept in six weeks. I was humbled.
Which is probably okay for right now, because the mountains are fucked. A patchwork of ground-level-faceted-nastiness and cold, clear weather for the foreseeable future aren't offering much hope.
The horror continues . . .
That's not to say that I haven't been skiing. I have four days so far, and they've gone something like this.
Day 1: Skinned in the Uintas with The Wee One and The Furry Devil. Never took the skins off, even going downhill. A dee-licious pulled pork sandwich at the Samak Store eased the pain of the meager snow pack.
Day 2: Skinned at Alta. We took the skins off, but the stickiness of the man made snow made it hard to tell.
Day 3: Skinned into So Long at Alta. The skiing on So Long was actually very good. The exit out of Catherine's Area was ridiculous. And not in a good way.
Day 4: Skied firm groomers at Alta. It was great to ride lifts and comforting to have my alpine boots on again. The snow, however, was less than confidence inspiring. I was all gumby, and no upper level. Skied with the MeltonHibbs and Dr. G. They both made the ice look easy, which is remarkable given that the MeltonHibbs live in Fresyes, and Dr. G probably hasn't slept in six weeks. I was humbled.
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