Not enough snow to get out the skinny skis. Phooey. Oh well, watched some Teton Gravity Research ski porn today, caught some excellent images of combination skiing and rappeling to get down some couloirs in France.
Just a *wee* bit beyond my particular adrenaline level.
Back on the slopes on Friday, when it'll be a ski and horseback riding day--or so it appears.
Meanwhile, cruising along nicely on pain meds for the migraine that made its appearance this morning...sigh. Mass last night (not the Midnight, too crowded) was quite nice. I've gotta figure out how Father Bob manages to mesmerize the babies he picks up during his Christmas homilies, so that they just settle into his arm and stare out wide-eyed at everything instead of screaming. I've *never* seen a kid scream in his arms (except post-baptism, and every one of the babies usually cries for that, especially in winter. Then, as they get older, they decide they'd prefer to go swimming in the baptismal font, especially in summertime...)