We made the move to Paso Robles. It was undoubtedly the worst move I've ever taken part in. The excitement of moving into a new place, the first house I've owned, was buried under hours of stress and fatigue from the move. I still am struggling to unearth the excitement of having my own place, three full days after the move.

I sit now at my parents computer in Quincy, CA. Michelle and I made the drive yesterday to get away for the weekend and to play in the snow. The drive was somewhat interesting. We were to meet up with Dan for lunch, but sometime around 10am little Danny fell and put a two-stitch hole in his lip. So that plan was canceled for the time being. Then it was snow 40 miles west of Quincy. There was a moment of serene beauty, shortly followed by a slight skid towards the edge of the road and an eternity of panic (0r so it felt) that Michelle could never shake the rest of the drive. Getting into my parents, we relaxed, I had a Arrogant Bastard Ale with my dad, ate some French onion soup and cheese fondue, watched the snow fall in the driveway, and walked the dogs in the calm of the snowy night, making crunching footsteps around the block. I didn't wake once during the night.