Dear [ski resort]: I’m not saying you’re tight. I love my job and the people with whom I work. And I know that you didn’t pay retail. But, as a suggestion, perhaps next year you could consider the $300 jacket and paying your patrollers $10 an hour, base rate. Love, me.
I woke up in the dark at 5:30.
Well, “woke up” is a gentle and dignified way of explaining that the alarm on my phone dragged me desperate from sleep. Thank god for the propane heater as the phone continues to deliver good news: 11 degrees this morning, unseasonably cold, a February deep-freeze before Thanksgiving Day.