We interrupt Copper Mountain coverage to declare that Ambruary is officially over. And though that week between Valentine’s Day, our 10-year anniversary and my birthday was glorious, the rest of February was pretty rough. I’m hopeful March will be kinder with no illnesses and with two trips to see family–what could be better?

Jamie and I are still dragging from this silly plague (he has had it officially one month). I started to feel better on Wednesday so finally got out to enjoy the glorious snow we received last weekend. It didn’t last long and I was back in bed the next day with a sore throat.

But darn it, that glorious hour traipsing through the snow, marveling at the hearty waterfowl and dodging a coyote at Van Bibber Park was just what the doctor ordered.

Not really, but he should have.