You know, jetting around the country can be very tiring. No matter that thank the one above I'm able to sleep on airplanes, it's still tiring. This is especially true when changing timezones like other people flip pancakes for breakfast. Is skiing really worth all that bother? I didn't think so. Yes, falling down a mountain could be seen by some people as entertaining, but as for me? I'd rather be shteiging in yeshiva. Which of course makes the last couple days all the more bewildering. Not only am I exposed to all sorts of winter weather (when I walked into Shul on Shabbos, having braved a massive blizzard, the assembled congregation burst out with "Look! Santa Clause!"), my beard getting caked with snow and my coat turning white from car doors, but now I have to contend with explaining my actions to everyone in Morristown as well? Can't a guy go off for a couple days of rest and relaxation (in this case, hurtling towards me doom on plastic stick-like things) without having the whole world accuse him of doing just that? I knew I should have gone south and just fished for a couple days. Dang. Not that there's anything wrong with Colorado of course. But down south it's warm, and you can fish. Fishing never hurt anyone, right? Besides the fish of course. But look at what skiing can do to people. Last year us shluchim people took them bochurim not so much people yet on a skiing trip and one of the English kids smashed his face into a tree. How inconvenient for us all. Not to mention my complete lack of hachlata keeping vis-a-vis proper paragraph management skills. But what do you expect me to do?