Honey, I’m home!
Did I scare you? I mean, did you think my long silence was due to the fact that I was marooned in a snow drift somewhere freezing to death? Or perhaps I’d been thrown from the bobsled and run over? Were you grieving for me?
Yeah right. I know you were really just annoyed that I hadn’t said anything yet. Well fine. Whatever. I’m okay though.
In fact, LC and I had a grand time playing in the snow. While I did not prove my amazing athletic acumen, I also did not manage to fall over, injure myself, or do anything else with a potentially high amusement value while we were out there. I did, however, learn to properly appreciate the value of good snow pants and a wooly hat.
Unfortunately, on the drive home from our weekend in the snow, I caught a deadly virus of some sort and landed myself flat on my back in bed for an entire week. And not in the fun way. So that explains my failure to update in a timely fashion. Never fear though, I have returned to health again so my antics here will not suffer permanent damage.
And I missed you too. 
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welcome back to the land of the living!
Hey thanks, good to be here!
Glad you had fun. And as a klutz myself, I’m glad you had a relatively coordinated-sounding weekend. Sorry you were sick.
It’s a miracle I stayed upright the entire time in the snowshoes. A snowy miracle.
Hopefully you recovered from this.
Indeed I did.