Waking up to a world of white. Thick snowfall for two hours straight. What month is this? We dog-piled on the bed (poor Russ, he’s under there somewhere) and watched it come down.
When I finally dragged my sick body out of bed (finally caught what Leif’s been down with), I managed to make some scones and (lumpy) cream. With two of us sick, church didn’t happen this morning. 
A sluggish body, downpour of rain, more hail, another round of chess, a good book… 