I'm trying to cut down on visits and time spent on Web fora. But I'm still hanging around. And perhaps, just perhaps, at long, long last, starting to sense some peace. It's paradoxical, like so much of MOM life. We took season passes for some 20 ski resorts in the area (we live in Switzerland), and were planning to seriously enjoy the freedom of retirees, able to go skiing mid-week, when the crowds are thinner. A week ago today, last Thursday, a lovely sunny day, masses of fresh snow... and my wife slipped on a patch of ice in the car-park of a ski-lift, as we arrived, and dislocated her shoulder and broke her arm. So her season is over, I've lost my partner, and I'm now chief cook, head nurse and maid... not at all what we had in mind.