I don’t really know how to do this, although I read my friends’ blogs faithfully. I’m snuggled into my bed, 6:30am, a “classic nor’easter” dropping inches of snow outside, trying to decide whether I’ll go to work today. Just when I decide to stay home, my conscience pricks about that one little bit of work that should be taken care of today. Round and round I go.
LOVE the sound of the snow plows scraping the street outside. LOVE snow days!
