The mountain condo's red LED clock digits display 6:00 AM.  The down comforter is a jumbled mess at the foot of the bed, as a result of restless thrashing throughout the night.  Rolling over groggily, you glance out the window to the deck for the third time in the past 15 minutes. 

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Large, fluffy snowflakes are rapidly cascading down through the brisk, predawn air.  Inconceivably, the heaping mound on top of the BBQ grill appears to have grown visibly since your last check.  Instinctively, your lower body tingles with excitement. 

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Don’t worry, it’s just a ski boner.  Time to sober up, and boot up.