Well, the snow finally came. Three, maybe four inches. A beautiful white blanket of light fleecy powder.
Got a lot of writing time today, and made the most of it. There's a story that's been rattling around in my head that I haven't put down on paper yet. Maybe I'll make that tomorrow's project.
Found a letter I wrote to my dad but never sent. It was supposed to be for his 90th birthday. He never got there, and I forgot I'd even written it.
Olympics began last night. Didn't catch any of it, but who knows. Maybe tonight.