Damn Murphy and his stupid law.

I got snowed off the rock today. Yes, I got snowed on while climbing, but none of the local* ski areas got so much as a dusting.

On the upside, I saw a gorgeous sunrise, watched Kenshin with Bibi, mocked the gym rats with thwarted climbers, troubleshot some seriously bad computer juju, had a nap and pretended to do some homework. I am productive beyond my means. I did however, forget to eat dinner. Bother.

Why yes, I do lead a fascinating, fascinating life. No, really.

*I hearby define "local" as being within a three hour radius of where I am.