It was a lovely, wonderful time skiing in Killington, VT. The conditions were absolutely wonderful. And, suprising for a holiday weekend, there were no lift lines and no crowds. It was just the right mix of low intensity skiing with Rob (my half brother), Rob (my cousin), and Katie, all very cute beginner ski bunnies and more intense skiing with our family friends. I have to say I did chicken out of some of the double blacks that I probably could have done - but I figured my two week lapse of no health insurance probably means I should at least kind avoid things that may cause me to break a bone. Anyway it was fun.

More eventfully, I learned something horrifying/ridiculous about my family. It will definitely go in the soap opera-book I tend to write, kind of fictionalizing my family's life (don't worry I intend on changing some of the names and toning down some of the more racey scenes). But, I'm afraid, you will have to wait to hear the whole story when the rest of it unfolds. All I'll say is women's intuition is a wonderful thing, and I completely lack it, but apparently Alex, a 17 year old family friend, has it in full force...

As for my move... well all the stuff is gone. My car. My computer. Everything. Movers are wonderful. I breathed a sigh of relief when they left. A few hours later, panic hit: I just gave all my worldy possessions to some total strangers. Will I ever see them again?