They're like, Oh, he's so cute, Oh, he's so cute, but here I present evidence that he is in reality a total slacker.
We commute together. I always am the one to drive.
Occasionally we stop for coffee. I always have to buy.
He's given to bouts of crying, but that just seems to make people like him more. Usually, he just lays around in my office, demanding time that I should be devoting to correcting other people's grammatical errors.
He sleeps, drools, and is fascinated by this stuffed lion that sings a jungle song when you pull its tail.
At the end of a long day we commute home together, too. If it's cold, and sometimes this winter it has been, I have to wrap him up.
When I'm not charged with his care, I do manage to get out and do some skiing. They call this season 'winter', but barring one record-setting snowfall it's been more like a protracted fall slipping into an extended spring. Anyway, here's what the 'hood looked like after 'the storm'.
And here's what Rogers Pass looked like.
Here's the view from atop Wisherd Ridge. The truck is 'down there'.
Skis are a magical thing. For a relatively small sum of money, you can strap them to your feet and venture to the most amazing places. After about 300 days of this, however, the old ones wear out and it's time for a new pair.
Family togetherness: we went to see a dog sled race. (They tie the dogs to the trucks so they don't run off prematurely.)
Seeking better snow, I went back to Sheep Mountain, which is a nice place to watch the sun rise.
And so is the St. Regis Basin.
Pattee Canyon is a nice place to watch the sun set, if you're looking in the right direction, that is.
Look who got a passport!
