Go With The Snow

Such a lazy Sunday.  It's snowing again, but just enough to cover the rapidly graying remnants of the last storm, so that's not necessarily a bad thing.  We went to Mass last night, so there is no need to even brush off the car, and tomorrow is a holiday for both of us, so the possibility of sleeping late two days in a row looms like an oasis on the horizon.  I actually got up at nine today, which is ridiculously rare for me.  There were, of course, plans for the day (dinner with my sisters and their husbands and reminiscing over the pictures Mom left behind, and that's been postponed) but one of the joys of winter is that most events cannot be written in stone...or even ink.  There has to be a flexibility to the thinking that is not required at any other time of year.  One must decide what is critical and what is not.  Most things are not.

I shall throw on a laundry or two, and shuffle some papers around, but my most serious plans involve a good book, an afghan (the blanket, not the dog), and a cup of tea or ten.  If I'm very good I may reward myself with a nap later.  And I am usually very good. Or at least good enough.