Even your emotions had an echo in so much space

Well, hello, old friend.

It's good to see you again.

I know, I know, I've been kind of a shithead about keeping in touch, but I've had a lot on my plate lately.

Sorry about that.

I'm sorry about a lot of things.

We all are.

But that is no excuse for not taking a few minutes to check in with you and give your undercarriage a little how's-your-father.

Bells came back today from his trip out west. He stopped by for a couple hours and we had some turkey and we sang a few songs. I hadn't seen him in a while, so it was good to catch up on the latest snow conditions and happenings, such as the world-famous Quagmire rolling into B-town tomorrow.

And while we are on the subject of snow conditions and Quagmire, I had to make an executive decision in that regard.

Snow is forecast, but I can't rely on that when he's coming all the way from the Boogie-down Bronx to Montana to snowboard, now can I?

Damn straight I can't.

So I lined up a couple days down in Idaho, where they have a botaload of snow and more on the way. (I da ho?! No, you da Ho.) We're gonna stay in Grand Targhee and do some snowcat boarding. ((Snowcat boarding? A snowcat takes you up virgin, untracked backcountry, and you ride down, then the snowcat takes you up, and you ride down, lather, rinse, repeat.))

We're gonna turn that mother out.

After that will be Christmas and some days at Big Sky, both of which will prominently feature various members of the Bells tribe.

So, again old friend, sorry about being out of touch, but you know, I've been busy.

Busy livin', L-I-V-I-N.