Roland kindly carried my skis over the creek for me and helped me get home after I got across. Gack.
Tomorrow, at some ungodly hour in the morning, we will depart for Seattle, to throw a Spring Equinox party (I keep saying Solstice, and that isn't until June), and introduce my friends in Seattle (if you didn't get the evite, and you want to come, send me email) to my sister and my fiance. On Monday we will return, so I have this sneaking suspicion that not a lot of sleep will happen in the intervening few days. But it should be fun.
Other than that (what, an emotional breakdown, party planning and cross-country travel isn't enough for you? It is for me!), my life continues to putter along on its ordained path, eating, sleeping, very occasionally going to the Y, shoveling the white stuff, and acquiring goods and services for a wedding and two receptions. We have a date and a venue for the west coast reception, so we'll have some useful information for Seattle-side party attendees. Oh, and on my most recent outing to Toadstool Books (the good local independent bookstore, what would I do without it) I've found two, count them, two new female authors of fantasy/science fiction/whatever you want to call it, that I like a lot: Rachel Caine and Wen Spencer. My life is full.