After a fairly mild December and January, February is proving that it is, indeed, the longest month by giving us the snowstorm we ordered in mid-December. It was one of those snowfalls that was light and fluffy enough to have you say “I don’t need the shovel… I’ll just use the broom” and it was easy to clear the deck and sidewalk and even the driveway.
But by the time you were done, the deck looked like you hadn’t touched it.
Then you turned around and realized that you had to do the sidewalk again.
So I went to bed.
It’s also *COLD*. Like, “wear the Russian bomber hat” cold. Like, “sit at your computer desk with a blanket across your knees” cold. Like, “the cats aren’t even fighting when they lie next to each other” cold.
So, this weekend, we’ll be huddled up for warmth. Running errands when we must… but mostly saying “let’s not get out of our fuzzies unless we absolutely positively have to.”
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)