Yes, it's that time again.

The Big Chill.

And it appears Mother Nature's gonna come through with the appropriate weather.

The Big Chill is my annual weekend of skiing in Vermont and hot tubbing in New Hampshire with a large and rather unruly contingent of my most excellent college friends.

Time for extra large doses of food and fun. A continous laugh track to recharge the spirits. Practical jokes. Teef and clown noses. A cigar or two.

The skis are on top of the car. Duffles in the trunk. The big lasagna is ready to be plucked from the fridge. The cooler is sufficiently stocked with life sustaining beverages. The cats are fed and watered and soon to be free to tear apart the house to their heart's content (please just leave me a little unshredded toilet paper!).

Nothing more to do but hit the road. Yes, hit the road. My favorite thing to do.

Hope your weekend is a fun one too.

Let's compare notes on Monday.

Unless, of course, the big snow storm strands us an extra day in ski country. It could happen. Got to plan for the worst you know.

Later...