Spitting snow. First of the season. Cranks the boys to even higher levels, down the stairs all in a rush together. Massage from Jenny, she used a new technique learned at lastweek's workshop. Less physical, a gradual drawing off that released me into the deepest relaxation I've known in a very long time. Took the King's photo album gift to the post office. Got to the office around lunch time to find our connectivity out. Stayed a little, then went home to work on mailing list.