winter...
Like an invalid coming up too quickly from illness, our fair city has been socked now twice with too much snow. Wobbly knees, icy hills, treacherous commutes. Hit us again, this time with cold, and we'll crumble further into ourselves.
I have kept clean laundry to be folded on the bed all day today. The call of the comfy and warm would otherwise have been too much to resist.
Tomorrow, we run around again; thank goodness for twenty year old down parkas, for fleece, and wool, and oil heat.
