It never fails. At least once a year the snow starts pounding on the city in the middle of a work day. Today is that day and therefore my office closed at 2:00. I am now home and Tom is on his way. Once home safely snow days aren’t so bad. Snug in the house, wrapping gifts, writing cards, maybe a couple rounds of backgammon. I have the fixings for a hot breakfast and with a handful of bars up the street the night ahead could be fun!
My attempt to add cute picture of dog in snow has failed. Will try again when my computer guy husband gets home.
And so it goes, I ask myself the same question every winter…why do I live in the Northeast? -Deana