Is this college again...or prison?
I'm not quite sure whether I feel like I am back in college, or doing time at a minimum security, country club prison, like Danbury. For the past couple of weeks, I have been living alone at my condo at the base of The Canyons gondola. Everyday, although the snow currently sucks, I go up the hill and take atleast a few laps, before reclining in the hot tub with a pint of Stiegl. At night, I'm off to either El Chubasco, Panda Express or similar, for take-out, and then watch a movie, drink a few Warsteiners with Tres Generaciones or Knob Creek chasers, fire up a stogie and crash.
It's really nice. I'm relaxing and feeling good. Sort of like my days at the U. of M. (except for the skiing). The problem is that I am doing it alone. My wife and kids are in NJ until friday. The point is that while I am living a leisurely life in one of the worlds great playgrounds, I am confined in that I can't be around the people whom I love. (Of course, I will not get away with 1/4 of the shit that I am currently doing when my wife and kids come).
Oh well, when do we ever get to have the best of all worlds?