Meanwhile, I was inspired by my just-turned 77-year-old stepsister — six months ahead of me on the calendar, light years in physical fitness and skiing today with a 51-year-old son at Santa Fe — to at least dig out my boots and think again about working on the telemark turn.

One good thing about falling asleep on the couch is waking up on the couch. Also, I discovered that the snow field in my copy of William Victor Higgins’s “Winter Funeral,” left, printed on metal, takes on an interesting glow when backlit by moon light and, well, the lights of Albuquerque.

”Winter Funeral” day view.