Scenes from a Snow Day

Today, I love the snow. I'd suggest not talking to me tomorrow when it's -40.

One of these things is not like the other:

Snow flutters and feathers down from a slate grey sky

Mr. H-B sprawls on the couch and gleefully absorbs entertainment

Greta and Maya drape themselves across the carpet after tearing through knee-high snow

I putter anxiously, desperate to keep busy and stay out of my nervy mind

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