I hate the cold. I hate being cold. But looking out my back door at the snow, it's almost worth the cold to look at the beauty. I wish I knew how to attach a picture, as it's as pretty a sight as I've seen in ages.
Maybe someone else can send some pictures of the snow.
Six inches here and still falling.
It's Sunday. I'm not scheduled. I have eggs, milk, bread, and coffee.
It's a darn good day!