It's possible I'm a tad melodramatic, but that's part of my charm. I've been laid low with a spectacularly awful virus for the last week or so, making me delinquent on my posting, and in about every other part of my life. Now I'm busy trying to get BHJ and I ready to head to Quebec for a week of frolicking in the snow, except...there's no snow. Environment Canada says there's a 60% chance of getting the white stuff today, so please, everyone, pray to whoever your designated diety is (personally, I've accepted the Flying Spaghetti Monster as my personal saviour, mostly because of the focus on loose moral values) for some snow for us. We have the worst ski trip luck in the world. I blame John.