With the warmer temperatures yesterday and the big, wet, thumbnail-sized flakes this morning, it’s a perfect day to make a snowman.
It’s also a perfect day to wage a snowball battle.
But alas, I won’t be doing either of those things. I’ll be working on poetry essay draft critiques. It might be a good time to get out and string the holiday garland and lights on the front porch rail, and wait to get my truck back from Bob’s this afternoon, so I can bring the snow-dog down to play with her friends.
Got a new pillow on which to rest my achey neck, and my newly-cropped now-auburn head. Feeling a bit better-rested now and ready for this weekend’s first round of holiday gatherings. What to bring to the English Dept. potluck?