There has been so much powder this week I have been choking on it! I have been praying at the big white altar every morning. Hallefuckingluiah!
Mrs. BB is away on business. I have taken the opportunity to spend a week in the mountains. Of course, I am working and have made myself available to the team and clients:
- on-line –when I can bother to check my mail
- by phone – on silent most times and selectively screening
- in person – should they wish to take the 2 hour trip from town
- by carrier pigeon – too cold for the little fuckers right now
- telepathically – a small bump on my frontal lobe from a wipeout on the hills has left reception intermittent and unreliable.
The mountains are very relaxing. The silence is almost deafening, there are few people around during the week as it is more a family weekend destination, and I am alone! I am back in Beaverboosh’s Narnia.
Peace and solitude with no one to get on my tits. I am bound to be very productive!
Alas, I must admit I am having a very difficult time getting started on my important projects. It has just been hectic with some of the other priorities.
I have been skiing both downhill and cross country every day. I have been surfing, networking, blogging, and on-line shopping. I have been through the whole series of Band of Brothers. I have plundered the cellar, sampling some new vintages. Lazing on the sofa, I have completed Niall Ferguson’s ‘The Ascent of Money’, and I have had a number of deep and spiritually fulfilling naps.
I put it down to the frontal lobe not functioning well, in particular, the inability to recognise future consequences resulting from current actions.
This morning, I sought to strengthen the lobe with some exercise. I am attempting to telepathically communicate with the deer, birds and rabbits. The mountains are teeming with wildlife and I am keen to break into their social scene and find out more about their habitats. Anything to give me a bit of a head start on next year’s hunting season.
I have just checked the forecast. It is going to snow all next week. I immediately start to devise a plan that will allow me to stay here and work from the mountains next week.
In the end, there can be no denial.
My name is Beaverboosh and I am a powder junkie.