I think I forgot to mention that Sarah and I are going to the mountains this weekend. Actually, we're going to the mountain, singular: Big Bear. We're headed up with our church's youth group (it's about 2 hours from our house); they're having their annual winter retreat, and you-know-who got picked to be the 'guest speaker'. Essentially, I'll be giving two devotionals to a group of teenagers who are all upset that some dope they don't know is interrupting their snowboarding time with his yapping about something that they don't really care about right now. I'm sure I'll have their rapt attention.

And I still have to figure out whether it's okay to ski with a twisted ankle. And no snowpants. Or gloves. Or boots. Or jacket. I do have regular pants though, so that's a plus.