O winter...

We had a good snow day yesterday, pretty relaxing, really. Now today, it's playing catch-up time. Luckily, I have learned over the years that building in a little flex near the end of the fall semester is wise; there are snow days, field trips, etc. and lots of illness that get in the way of smooth sailing. So, I honestly do not mind that we didn't have school yesterday. I'll move what we should have done to today, and maybe something will fall off the plan book. Not worried.

We have a light snow falling though, so I'm hopeful that the roads are not slick. The older I get, the less I like winter's requirements. If I could stay home and watch it from the window, coffee in hand, pellet stove ticking along-- sure. Let it snow. But when I have to do heavy coat, boots, extra shoes for work, and slippery driving... yeah, it's not as nice. But what can I do? It's winter. We live here. I bought myself some new lined mittens. 

That all said, I hope that today presents no real challenges. I didn't sleep well at all due to chaotic dreams, situations out of my control, and then waking up once every hour. I'm functioning, but on low battery. 

Have a wonderful day, friends. I'm sure once the sun is up things will look more do-able. 

Hug your loved ones. Pray for those in situations of confusion, hate, and anger. And be safe.

C




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