Wake up at home, and the snow report says 6" of fresh. Make lunch, put together some breakfast, and head for the hill. It's Tuesday, and Big Mtn is empty. When I arrive, I head straight for the windloaded areas, and find that 6" has transformed into 2'. I ski until the lifts shut down, hopefully with some cool cats, but it's fine if it's just me. I go home, eat a home cooked meal, sit in a hot tub for a while, watch some MASH, and sleep.
I'll probably get to do this a couple times this winter. Stoked.