A String of Pearls

We gonna ski Bangs Canyon or the Ribbon or something?

I texted back. Bangs, as in down the slickrock slab? Ribbon, as in down the slickrock slab?

Nah, just casual doinking around on the flats. Skiing on top of the desert is pretty cool.

I texted back. Yeah sounds good. But do I have to get out of bed?

Seconds later, the phone rang. “It’s Jim, Jim from Match.com. Your Case Manager. We need to talk about your attitude.”

“Oh, hi Jim. What? You’re working today? It’s a snow day!”

“Your attitude. We need to talk about it. No wonder you can’t get a date.”

“I think I have Seasonal Affect Disorder. It’s been so gloomy, you know.”

“Seasonal what?”

“Seasonal Affect Disorder.  You know, SAD.”

“There’s no asset in SAD.”

“Affect!”

“You need to learn to enunciate. No wonder you can’t get a date.”

“So, skiing. Yeah, I’ll go. But later. I need to get up first.”

“Get up, get dressed.”

“I am dressed.”

“You’re dressed? I thought you weren’t even up.”

“I slept in my base layers. I’m practically ready to go. How do you like that attitude?”

“So, about an hour then?”

“Sure. I just need to eat. Throw on some top layers. Oh, and I think I’ll snowshoe instead. My skate skis won’t work too well up there.”

“Snowshoe?”

“Yeah. I’ll break trail for you.”

“Oh, and bring that silly dog of yours.”

“I’ll try. He’s still in bed though. He kind of has a bad attitude and I think he’s SAD.”

“Who wouldn’t be SAD hanging out with you? Sheez! See you in an hour.”

I love my Case Manager.