Not to be mistaken with Butter Fingers, or Sweaty Palms, or even Cold Feet.

I’ve got COLD FINGERS. It’s no mystery to me actually. My office has no connection to the central heat in this building, so here in this room where I spend all of my waking hours (for the record that’s like 20 out of 24 in a day) it’s brick a** cold. There’s snow on the ground right now outside, and if there were any kind of precipitation in here, there would surely be snow up in here too. Ok, I’m exaggerating a little. Of course I wouldn’t be able to work if it was that cold in here - but it WOULD be if I didn’t rock the Lasko rotating ceramic space heater (see the pic here). While it’s been a gently humming life-saver, it’s probably killing me on the electric bill side of things. Ah well. Gotta do something.

All this coldness is really making me think about ye ol snowboard sitting in the closet wrapped up all nicely with it’s cool Dakine brown and plaid carrier. Last year she threw me off on day one (and left me a nice little 3rd degree AC joint injury. Actually a horrendously painful and debilitating AC joint injury). But fear not - since neither do I. It took me 15 years of boarding to catch a serious L, and I know it will take another 15 before it happens again.

My boy Rob out in Salt Lake has been ampin me up on the snowboarding cats out there have been doing in Utah since October! Here I come, fluffy, powdery snow that doesn’t hurt when you fall on those rare occasions!