
From my spot in bed I watch the powder flake like from a salt shaker held by giant unseen hands far above the clouds. Winter might finally be here. I feel like I keep saying that, but it’s snowed for days and stuck. We’re actually plowing our driveway. Well, we don’t have to, fortunately. I’m a little worried because I was hoping the lake would freeze over because the boys promised me they’d let me drag them ice skating. Nothing’s more fun that falling on your ass or your face or your knees when you have people there to pick you right back up again.



