Winnie the Pooh does not have a lock on blustery days, although his are more famous than mine will ever be. Regardless, today was blustery personified, and Earl and I hibernated. We didn’t get out of bed until after 9 AM, and then we didn’t leave the house all day. It was most unusual.
We watched the swirling snow from our windows, enjoyed the lights on our Christmas tree for one last time, and watched the Rose Bowl Parade. I took a nap, as if sleeping late didn’t satisfy me.
Tomorrow the world returns to normal with traffic jams, mail delivery, and forecasts of more snow. I’ve already got my gym bag packed to head to the swimming pool; I’ve got deposits to make at the bank; and I’m going to start on our income taxes.
Which is why a blustery day is a good thing.
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