On Sunday I got to go skiing. It was my first day away from Atticus.
Well, my first day away that was just for me. I have spent time away, but it is always at work.
I don’t know if it was the combination of fresh air and getting the blood pumping or the quiet of the mountains, but when I got home I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt so refreshed.
Atticus seemed happier too when I came home. He must be able to sense my moods.
The day was just perfect. The snow was pretty descent and the sun was shining. It was just great.
Now, I want to go every weekend. I can’t stop thinking about skiing. I miss the Anetelope Butte days when Kristin and I would go almost every weekend.
Maybe I’ll be like the granolas I saw who packed thier babies on thier back and skiied. Ya, just kidding.
I am going to make an effort though to go a few more times this year.