Atop the ridge

Trying to do justice to a great day will be tricky tonight as I am suffering from a mixture of extreme tiredness and some kind of bug which is threatening to take up residence in my chest. I shall make a start and finish my thoughts properly tomorrow... Woke looking like a vampire who had been on the vodka all night; pretty impressive for a teetotaller who is definately not dead or undead. Doesn't kick your day off in the best fashion when you are trying to a) keep eyes open and b) not look anyone else in the eye as you look as if you have just survived a life-threatening trauma. Maybe I have forgotten what a hangover feels like, but it must be pretty close to how I felt for most of the day. Just so happy to be on the other side of it now, sitting at home watching the snow fall and drinking tea knowing that bed is just a short hop and a pizza away.

Really pleased with the turnout tonight; guessing about seventy folks through the door and everyone seemed to enjoy what they saw. Lots of questions raised as well and interesting observations made; this is the bit I will go into tomorrow when I have had time to mull it all over myself. Main thing is that another hugely important baby step has been taken along an irreversible trajectory. As I mused on the way home, it is a lot like climbing a hill and forever coming upon 'false' summits that turn out to be ridges; you know the feeling - 'just a few steps more and we'll be at the top.....oh.' Now I am standing on the next ridge I know it will just be a matter of time to catch breath and then set off for the next 'summit'. Whatever that may be.

Great snow tonight as well; having been convinced it would be a deep freeze disaster we just had some lovely picturesque powder floating in the streetlights on the way home:)