Truthfully, it was more brave of me to get on the damned lift for the first time than to ski back down the hill. At least with the latter I had some modicum of control (however tenuous). With the lift, though, I had only to give myself up to the fates - or to the competence of however it is that is paid to make sure steel cables don't snap.

But thanks for the kind wishes. Flu aside, it was a happy anniversary.