Woke up again this morning to snow. Like, snow. Like, there were three plows out, and I need to shovel the walk, and I wonder if I can make a snowman snow.
Like, "don't come in to work today" snow.
Looking out the back window, I can see the snow on the mountain, and it's really pretty. We're out of birdseed, though, so I hope the birds don't empty the feeders before I can get more.
Maybe today would be a good day to make some homemade bread.
I had a go at some crocheting yesterday. I really need someone to show me how to read patterns, though. Because I'm not at all clear on how to read the things. I'm also wondering if knitting is actually easier. Huh.
I didn't read a book last month, but I got a copy of Angels: God's Secret Agents, by Billy Graham, from
kalquessa (and Mr. Bill). So I think that's going to be my next read. Which will either make SPN that much more interesting, or that much more frustrating. We shall see.