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The First Snow of Winter
Turns out that much of my malaise last night vanished once I ate and got away from this screen. The bacon was good, but the Survivor Series was lackluster and dragged interminably. Better than staring at a laptop just to stare, but if I had attended the show, I'd've been disgruntled.
So I watched that, read my current book, and watched an episode of Too Cute. Watching miniature schnauzer pups frolicking with a ferret was the perfect way to end the day, and now I'm up and watching, fat, white snowflakes slowly drift to earth and blanket the mountains outside my window. I'm determined to make a peaceful day of it for as long as it lasts, and if the power goes out, I'll just burrow beneath the covers and wait for the light to return.
So I watched that, read my current book, and watched an episode of Too Cute. Watching miniature schnauzer pups frolicking with a ferret was the perfect way to end the day, and now I'm up and watching, fat, white snowflakes slowly drift to earth and blanket the mountains outside my window. I'm determined to make a peaceful day of it for as long as it lasts, and if the power goes out, I'll just burrow beneath the covers and wait for the light to return.