We took the kids out on the snowmobiles today, over to where there's a cliff that gets a great overhang of snow and you can jump off. When we got out there, the snow was sparkly and the wind was just fetching little plumes of dusty snow off the top. Beautiful. And we all climbed up and leapt off. I'm tired now, but it was worth it. I find that in order to stay sane in the job I'd doing, I need to get out and play every once in a while. Don't get me wrong, I do love the job, but it tends to weigh on your mind. I didn't have to drive a kid, we had enough adults and snowmobiles and komatiks (wooden slatted sleds to pull behind snowmobiles) so that I ended up alone. This partly because my machine is a 350 and everyone else has a 500 or a 550, which pull the komatiks easier.

It seems strange that this time last month I was bodysurfing in Australia. I find that there's something very mind-clearing about riding on a snowmobile. After a while you don't think about anything any more. You just ride. It makes me think I might like riding a motorcycle, too, even though I've never done it.

Trying to clear the piles on my desk at home, today. This week I had cubs and a meeting of the school board and a late night at work when an emergency developed at 4:30 and I stayed with the radio at work because the guys were out on snowmobiles looking for someone and needed me. Then Friday night at midnight they called asking me to guard, so yesterday was kind of a write off too. Not that staying in bed all day is really such a hardship. But what happens is I come in and dump mail and stuff on my desk, and some of it really needs to be dealt with. Every time I get it all cleared up on a Sunday, I swear that I'm not going to do that during the week to come, but it never seems to happen. All the efficiency I might have at work doesn't seem to translate...