Powder Junkie

There is nothing more exhilarating than a face full of fresh powder first thing in the morning, though I can think of a face full of a couple of other things that are as exhilarating.

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.

It is a great opportunity to catch up on a few very important projects running a bit late, and get some skiing in at the same time, you know, a kind of work life balance sort of thing.

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.

Beaverboosh