Next morning
Sting: "How's it going?"
Me: "Good - I got off the hill yesterday. It was a bit hairy getting back up at 1:00AM. At least I didn't go off the driveway this time."
Sting: "There is no reason for that to even happen again."
Me: "I hear you told Steve we would be down here as Snowbirds in November."
Sting: "I did. We will."
(aside) Sting is not the kinda guy who throws his hat over the wall and then figures out how to go and get it. I am that kinda gal, so now my world is upside down and I am confused and off balance.
Me: "What's your plan?"