The weather was a blizzard on top of Blackcomb. I couldn't see the surface of the snow. I had to ski down looking at my feet. I felt a little scary. I went back sheepishly to my condo about noon. One of my buddies is a great breadmaker. My daughters are learning how to make bagels from him. I enjoyed taking a walk around the village or in the forest with snowshoes. At night I saw my daughters washing with an electric washing machine. I wondered why it was so noisy.
I'm so tired!
She is making bread.
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