It is snowing in my yard. On my tulips. The weather service tells me that it should continue to snow for most of this week.
I think I flipped the page on my calendar too soon. Maybe a couple of pages.
My daughter will have to put her flip-flops back away. I wonder if she has any other shoes that still fit her; after all, it has been a month since she wore anything else and she may have gone up a half a size since then. I never know.
Anyway, Merry Christmas. I'm going to celebrate by making a s'more in the fireplace.