Work: for whatever reason, we are picking up supplies at the exact moment that the last delivery is due. So we will be busy all morning instead of at home and doing the two or three daily tasks that we could fit in between jobs. Oh, well. At least we are seeing the snow in daylight, when it is fresh before natural drifts have been human-altered into convenience piles. [In a perfect world: Customers, if you could read this and I could advise you, I would suggest that you stay indoors, sip hot chocolate, and contemplate the meaning of life or something. Based on experience: a few people who are brave enough to trudge though snow in order to lie in wait and then scold us when we appear will probably inform us that they are tired of all the late days. We do not control that, but we hear about it. Alas.]
@walesmaven: nice find! Native arts are wonderful!
@heather shops: how did the bread turn out for you?
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)