Well, up at 5:15 this morning in an effort to get ahead of the game. . .
I have about 15 minutes left in which to blog.
I did however manage to journal — first time in a couple of months. And I sent out some long overdue pictures to family. So, I feel good about that.
We were snowbound here in Bon Accord this past weekend. A snowstorm hit Friday and we got dumped on but good. It took Tim and I a couple of hours to shovel our way out of the driveway on Saturday. Everyone was in the same boat. The Town came around and plowed the roads but left a lovely windrow at the base of our driveway. We didn’t have the energy to shovel it away, but thankfully our neighbor, Bob, came along with his snow blower and got rid of it for us.
I hate winter, but I love snow days. Tim and I stayed inside, putzed around (after the snow shoveling, of course), and watched TV; I put away some of my Christmas stuff (there’s still more to be boxed up) and then I slogged over to Heather’s to drink sherry and play Scrabble. It was wonderful. We had leftovers for supper and then sat and watched about 5 episodes of Dexter — we finished off the season! I haven’t watched that much television in God knows how long — probably never.
Sunday we stayed in bed late, then got up and headed out for provisions. We seriously did need groceries in the worst way. Got home, did some more shoveling and then got supper on the go.
It was the kind of weekend you just wished didn’t have to end. It was relaxing and unpressured and free of guilt — because being snowed in means you have the best excuse in the world to stay home and just be.