Earl and I are hibernating today and waiting for the Big Game later this afternoon. It’s not unusual for us to hunker down on Sundays, but twelve inches of snow has made it mandatory.
Me? I’m moving into low gear. Drank coffee and played piano in my bathrobe. Didn’t dress until almost noon. Watched the snow, which I find fascinating. Beautiful. Enchanting.
That is, until I have to drive in it tomorrow to the health club and yoga. Maybe tomorrow will be cancelled.