I've been doing my morning routine, trying to get into Monday, when I glanced over at the cat playing in the vertical blinds... and there's snow outside. I'm not talking about feet and mounds, but there's a definite white blanket over this corner of the world this morning.
Harrison, my sexy farm truck, and I don't care so much for cold weather, much less cold weather with snow. But it doesn't look icy. And even two rooms over I can hear The Hater sleep soundly -- so I think we're going to brave the white stuff this morning.
It's really a red-letter day.
The news had said it was going to snow on Monday night, so maybe this means the front is early. I hope it clears up before Wednesday evening.
So there's really not time for an exciting post this morning; I have an icy windshield that needs some TLC.
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