Shelter From the Storm

It's probably good that Mistress and slave planned a ski break for today, after 7 consecutive days of hitting the slopes. Slave's aging legs were feeling the mileage. We had some pent up work demands, including some long conference calls. Plus, last night the "big dump" occurred, burying our little hideaway in about 10 inches of fresh fluffy.

It was our first snow storm of the season, and to show the contrast, here are some photos. The first shows Mistress last summer, absorbing some rays on our patio.  (You can also see my rather sketchy effort to stucco the wall, but rest assured it looks better now).  I might add that by the time we returned to River City, those tan lines were hard to discern.

The second photo shows our patio this morning, where only a few short months ago, Mistress was lounging in the bright high desert sunshine.

While all that new powder will be fun on the mountain, driving up the canyon to enjoy it would probably be a challenge this morning.

So instead, SLave listened in on a long business call while Mistress worked on her computer in our toasty bed.

We've been talking about whether slave will "work from home" once I retire from my permanent gig.  Mistress already uses a home office for her business. We discovered one advantage of both of us working from home at about 9 am this morning.  We both set aside our work projects for a "sex break".

While I was up to early and on the phone for our typical wake up sex, this could be a nice change of pace.

"It's better than a coffee break, Mistress", I added as we snuggled after the action was concluded.

"It definitely has it's advantages, slave."

Of course, now I need another cup of coffee.