In the morning I made my way to the University Guest House for our working meeting on bonding, then the exec meeting later that afternoon. I had dinner at Wasach Sugarhouse brew pub with a few folks from the meeting. It was good to see these people again.
On my way to the meeting Tuesday morning there was a dead deer in the middle of Foothills Drive. Maybe an omen. We started the more formal meetings on Tuesday, and a big group of us had dinner at Stanza, a very nice but not stuffy Italian place. It started snowing that night.
Wednesday meetings went well, and I even banged out a few pages on heat surveys and such, but I was getting tired of the long days and nights.
A good friend from the meetings named Margaret, that I've known for more than a couple decades, had spent the previous Sunday night with her husband at Sundance. In talking about their connections to Sundance, and mine (well Heather's), we started crossing over with our stories. So it turns out that Margaret's husband's ex-girfriend's sister is the very Heather we had stayed with last year at Sundance, and my Heather's namesake. I think I got that right this time. Small world.
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