It snows again. The white is startling and pretty. It’s not as lovely as it was a couple of months ago because we’re kind of sick of it by now, but it makes for a good day to hunker down. I’m grateful for the opportunity.
Gerry has a man cold, so he’s been hunkering for a few days already. We bring up the 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle that’s been languishing unfinished downstairs since we went on vacation and work in companionable quiet on it. It feels like December with no stress. Kind of nice.
Later I read (I’ve gotten better at setting busyness aside and doing this in the middle of the day), tend to some book-related work, lose two chess games, and make something different for supper. It’s turns out to be a quiet, last-hurrah-of-winter kind of day.